<?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-7628902</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:29:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i will name him rock and roll+</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-115374803497711958</id><published>2006-07-24T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:35:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are not your mistake</title><content type='html'>two years of tearsforfears calls for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://playingforpride.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-115374803497711958?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115374803497711958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115374803497711958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115374803497711958' title='you are not your mistake'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-115366795577030328</id><published>2006-07-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:16:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MakeDamnSure</title><content type='html'>10 things i absolutely abhor on monday mornings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my ikea alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;2. seeing the !%)@$^*! girl's face&lt;br /&gt;3. PERIODS!!!! (arrrrgh!)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;history pop quizzes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ohhh, any kind of quizzes for that matter&lt;br /&gt;6. having no milk left in the carton :(&lt;br /&gt;7. getting my shoes and socks wet in the rain :((&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;s&gt;t_n j_k sua_&lt;/s&gt; (this should be number1)&lt;br /&gt;9. tone deaf people who stand next to me in line during assembly&lt;br /&gt;10. having to prepare my own breakfast (what would i do without mommy?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-115366795577030328?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115366795577030328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115366795577030328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115366795577030328' title='MakeDamnSure'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-115355872268625349</id><published>2006-07-22T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:58:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend warriors</title><content type='html'>NIGEL LEE ZHEN YANG!&lt;br /&gt;you played like a rockstar. (eventhoyou'reskinny)&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 20 bucks JUST to see nigel/kenneth (and the rest of 4th ave of course) for 15 short minutes, AVA's 4 songs and a little bit of Calerway. it was well worth it, i guess. so glad nigel's back in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-im keeping all our saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;you can take my mondays to fridays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-115355872268625349?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115355872268625349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115355872268625349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115355872268625349' title='weekend warriors'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-115263279460896498</id><published>2006-07-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:46:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you, superman.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ive got my pride;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll let you sleep tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-115263279460896498?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115263279460896498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/115263279460896498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115263279460896498' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114928045567559718</id><published>2006-06-03T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T04:35:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoidandroid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/P1070101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/P1070101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Once said, always said. I will hold the past over your head;&lt;br /&gt;Take heart, sweetheart. Or i will take it from you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114928045567559718?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114928045567559718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114928045567559718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114928045567559718' title='paranoidandroid'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114761958764142502</id><published>2006-05-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:13:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grandpa, pls pls get well soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114761958764142502?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114761958764142502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114761958764142502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114761958764142502' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114746440041923768</id><published>2006-05-13T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T04:06:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i'd have hope if you tell me you're happy where you are</title><content type='html'>its 4 and ive finally finished reading john young and kent (my favourite history scholars). i still cant get to sleep tho. i really dont know how im going to wake for training and drums tmr. but its been a long/horrid day today and jem promises that tmr will be a better one. soooo, its time to tuck in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, if i could only make this more obvious to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever it is, i know i'll never be brave enough to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114746440041923768?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114746440041923768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114746440041923768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114746440041923768' title='maybe i&apos;d have hope if you tell me you&apos;re happy where you are'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114745382950621219</id><published>2006-05-13T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T04:10:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liar (DOESNT take one to know one)</title><content type='html'>today i needed some serious cheering-up. so after a whole afternoon of sulking around at home, i decided to change out of my pjs and drag my lazy ass down to meet the girls- perry, roseann, lalee and david (daisy) for a bit of shopping and dinner. couldnt do without them, i swear. so now im home, in a foul mood again with my whole stack of history readings screaming at me to read em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;death before dishonour, he told me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he lies, she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114745382950621219?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114745382950621219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114745382950621219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114745382950621219' title='liar (DOESNT take one to know one)'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114691711607526967</id><published>2006-05-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:05:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she drove me to daytime tv</title><content type='html'>timberflux flea market gave me 4 tops, a pair of shorts and a clutch all for less than 50bucks.&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy ALWAYS works. today's eugene's birthday and we're supposed to go to phunk but i dont feel up to it and school work kills my social life you see. (not that i had one to begin with, but OH WELL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good one guys, its the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/P1070304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/P1070304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114691711607526967?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114691711607526967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114691711607526967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114691711607526967' title='she drove me to daytime tv'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114684168816281512</id><published>2006-05-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:16:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unopened letter to the world</title><content type='html'>i wish i slept thru today and never woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;its been a horrible Horrible HORRIBLE HoRriBle day and it couldnt get any worse&lt;br /&gt;so im going to tuck myself in, pull the covers over my head and wish with all my heart that the monster in my closet will eat me up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114684168816281512?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114684168816281512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114684168816281512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114684168816281512' title='unopened letter to the world'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114667493744838489</id><published>2006-05-04T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:45:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved the way she said LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/dino%20sticker.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/dino%20sticker.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114667493744838489?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114667493744838489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114667493744838489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667493744838489' title='I loved the way she said LA'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114632417640256187</id><published>2006-04-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:20:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saints and Sailors</title><content type='html'>today, i managed to survive angelina's wedding, come home for a power nap, rush off to meet daryl, do a bit of shopping, go for the gig at youth park and make friends with two malay lovers. apart from that, i finally caught up with nat, daryl, eugene and nicole. (hahaha boat quay next friday!) tmr's ben's birthday thing and stayover at sonn's. its gonna be an awesome weekend, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i say this prayer for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;cos nothing's impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114632417640256187?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114632417640256187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114632417640256187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114632417640256187' title='Saints and Sailors'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114623810387451810</id><published>2006-04-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:28:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skeptics and non believers of love</title><content type='html'>So screen all the phone calls&lt;br /&gt;and put the chain on the front door&lt;br /&gt;and if you see her,&lt;br /&gt;tell her i dont live here anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114623810387451810?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114623810387451810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114623810387451810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114623810387451810' title='skeptics and non believers of love'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114587870573237038</id><published>2006-04-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:38:22.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chin up girls, we played our hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;next match against ij, we're gonna walk off the pitch with our heads held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Archers in your arches,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;raise your fingers for one last salute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114587870573237038?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114587870573237038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114587870573237038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114587870573237038' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114502534649766605</id><published>2006-04-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:35:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/IMG_1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/IMG_1434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am loved (or so She says)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114502534649766605?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114502534649766605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114502534649766605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114502534649766605' title='7days'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114407846738631313</id><published>2006-04-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:34:28.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the receiving end of sirens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/valreseclaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/valreseclaire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be the first to die on my behalf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114407846738631313?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114407846738631313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114407846738631313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407846738631313' title='the receiving end of sirens'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114396759599667476</id><published>2006-04-02T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:46:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish is that you'd be loved greatly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/my%20sexy%20gf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/my%20sexy%20gf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;my sexy girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114396759599667476?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114396759599667476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114396759599667476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114396759599667476' title='my wish is that you&apos;d be loved greatly'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114396474120844852</id><published>2006-04-02T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:59:01.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the day death died</title><content type='html'>hospitals make me sick. they're my least favourite place and over my dead body will i ever ever ever be a nurse when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you need her just to get by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114396474120844852?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114396474120844852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114396474120844852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114396474120844852' title='...the day death died'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114310224291420591</id><published>2006-03-23T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:24:02.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tumbling down of love</title><content type='html'>goodbye, you know you deserve someone better.&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time in a longlong time that im truly happy&lt;br /&gt;yes, im happy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may your smile, shine on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114310224291420591?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114310224291420591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114310224291420591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114310224291420591' title='the tumbling down of love'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114165396001417180</id><published>2006-03-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:06:01.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if the silence takes you, then i hope it takes me too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/IMG_1082.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/IMG_1082.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im all burnt from tennis! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation02 started today with a new mass dance (!), new faces and a million other SJI boys swarming the canteen. i didnt really feel up to socialising and striking up conversations with people so jaz and i kept disappearing. and that resulted in some guy in my IG saying, "claire's like a queen, very DAO" (!!!) ok, im going to try harder tmr, promise! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/IMG_1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/IMG_1113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. tennis PROS ehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/IMG_1082.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/IMG_1082.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114165396001417180?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114165396001417180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114165396001417180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114165396001417180' title='if the silence takes you, then i hope it takes me too.'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114139546758320396</id><published>2006-03-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:17:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Heartache</title><content type='html'>tommorow's swimming and tennis with the girls&lt;br /&gt;cant wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your indecisiveness is eating me aliiiiiiiive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're too cute for the other girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114139546758320396?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114139546758320396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114139546758320396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114139546758320396' title='Hello Heartache'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114070698234173045</id><published>2006-02-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:15:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping to dream about you</title><content type='html'>hellohello! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;today i realised that im actually very scared of growing up. i dont want to give up all those moments where we'd just have fun without caring about responsiblity or what'll people think of us or ANYTHING. Jesus, please let me be 16 forever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and! i caught the clock at 11.11pm two nights running. (luck's on my side this week) so, i wished that nat'll come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets have a picture! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/nicerrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/IMG_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114070698234173045?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114070698234173045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114070698234173045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114070698234173045' title='sleeping to dream about you'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-114000553056802695</id><published>2006-02-15T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:12:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're walking too far for the price of our shoes</title><content type='html'>im such an emotional wreck, i cant stand myself sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-114000553056802695?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114000553056802695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/114000553056802695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114000553056802695' title='we&apos;re walking too far for the price of our shoes'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113992649542813628</id><published>2006-02-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:14:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me please breakdown</title><content type='html'>i really dont know what to say to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"how's your life? whats it like there?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day anyway. today was awfully fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/15cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                    and i miss you guys.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113992649542813628?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113992649542813628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113992649542813628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113992649542813628' title='let me please breakdown'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113973042885890059</id><published>2006-02-12T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:51:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but ive got my pride</title><content type='html'>yesterday, after "i not stupid too" and much needed retail therapy with rosie and lalee ($85 in half an hour), i had a 4 hour long wedding dinner in silence (!!!). friday's release of my O level results has made me realise that i can never be happy with what i have. and im too damn competitive for my own good. that night was spent at charlotte's house with good company, a few drinks and trashing both her and charlton at silly video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i need therapy. (jaz!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113973042885890059?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113973042885890059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113973042885890059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113973042885890059' title='but ive got my pride'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113950175199894177</id><published>2006-02-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:15:52.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she knows its too late</title><content type='html'>somehow i feel that im headed for destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113950175199894177?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113950175199894177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113950175199894177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113950175199894177' title='she knows its too late'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113940627930608388</id><published>2006-02-08T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:44:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promise we'll stay like that forever.</title><content type='html'>lets have some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/2cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/2cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/Z1111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/Z1111.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/14cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/14cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/z2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/z2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/z3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/z3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/z4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/z4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/z1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113940627930608388?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113940627930608388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113940627930608388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940627930608388' title='promise we&apos;ll stay like that forever.'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113871813454924783</id><published>2006-01-31T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:35:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the best laid plans...</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Nat&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts the most when i turn around to see you walking away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113871813454924783?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113871813454924783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113871813454924783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113871813454924783' title='Even the best laid plans...'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113865314795133820</id><published>2006-01-31T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:35:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>ive finished my history assignment! hurray :D one more GP assignment to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, cny has been great! (but a little tiring) and with the amount of new year goodies ive been wolfing down, id better start planning my exercise schedule and i think i should run extra rounds for thursday's morning run. as for acting nice and polite to relatives i only see once a year, i think im doing a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ds and nat are leaving later tonight. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113865314795133820?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113865314795133820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113865314795133820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113865314795133820' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113843255991733207</id><published>2006-01-28T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T15:15:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven pity you</title><content type='html'>Dearest sister,&lt;br /&gt;i think its time you start growing up. you're 18 this year and i dont think its fitting for you to still go crying into mommy's skirts when i use profanities or when i "hurt" you by being rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113843255991733207?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113843255991733207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113843255991733207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113843255991733207' title='heaven pity you'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113828383134981960</id><published>2006-01-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:59:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God gave you style and God gave you grace</title><content type='html'>believe it or not, i went for a run in school at 6.45 this morning. i think i was hypnotised or something. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think the highlight of this week was today, 4pm. thank you charlotte, for making wait for you after school. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with something else other than breaks to look forward to, school had suddenly becoming more thrilling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113828383134981960?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113828383134981960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113828383134981960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113828383134981960' title='God gave you style and God gave you grace'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113810837033191721</id><published>2006-01-24T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:13:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>jazryl francesca sim hui chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113810837033191721?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113810837033191721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113810837033191721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113810837033191721' title='-'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113801967721371839</id><published>2006-01-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:34:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hole in my soul</title><content type='html'>this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;you who's too proud to care, to oblivious to notice and too careless to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep your picture in my wallet as a constant reminder of the friendship we shared. it reminds me that we all have to say goodbye one day, no matter how hard we try to hold on to something. sometimes the harder we try to hold on, the faster it slips out of our fingers- like sand. i cant find the words. i lost them they day you stopped caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, tears are a sign of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;chin up, chin up and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113801967721371839?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113801967721371839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113801967721371839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113801967721371839' title='hole in my soul'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113750807706870979</id><published>2006-01-17T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:27:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>shake up your tired eyes, the world is waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113750807706870979?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113750807706870979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113750807706870979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113750807706870979' title='--'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113734061241150352</id><published>2006-01-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:56:53.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellogoodbye</title><content type='html'>it sucks when you're not close to your best friend anymore cos shes all grown up. it sucks when you think she more into her work friends than anyone else. and it sucks when you realise your other best friend wasnt really your best friend at all. when we were young, i remember asking you if we'd stay best friends forever. you said yes and i believed you. but now it seems you dont even remember that i exist. damn, i sound so bloody emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause nothing lasts forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we both know hearts can change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113734061241150352?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113734061241150352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113734061241150352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113734061241150352' title='Hellogoodbye'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113706744814839724</id><published>2006-01-12T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:04:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont go.</title><content type='html'>damn, australia's taking away another one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;31st jan, please take your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113706744814839724?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113706744814839724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113706744814839724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113706744814839724' title='dont go.'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113664274655628425</id><published>2006-01-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:17:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should have noticed</title><content type='html'>The truth is you could slit my throat;&lt;br /&gt;And with my one last dying breath,&lt;br /&gt;I'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113664274655628425?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113664274655628425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113664274655628425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113664274655628425' title='you should have noticed'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113628604090456324</id><published>2006-01-03T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:00:40.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you even stay to watch me die?</title><content type='html'>i say this honestly and without any regret: the first day of school was fanfuckingtastic-ly awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113628604090456324?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113628604090456324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113628604090456324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113628604090456324' title='will you even stay to watch me die?'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113621425968828123</id><published>2006-01-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:21:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep your head up, you're gonna live forever</title><content type='html'>SO! school starts tmr. ive psycho-ed myself into believing that school will be so much fun. i mean, i will be meeting new people, three days of orientation. we'll play games like: pin the tail on the donkey and musical chairs. HOW FUN! I CANT WAIT. ive become really antisocial now. but i think i can live thru jc being a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go to school. but wait, we cant always do what we want. i have to go. see how grown up i sound. i never used to give a shit about rules or obligations. damn, im getting scared. is this what a new year does to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;claire the fat loves nat the mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113621425968828123?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113621425968828123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113621425968828123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113621425968828123' title='keep your head up, you&apos;re gonna live forever'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113596412506281780</id><published>2005-12-31T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:48:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/654321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/654321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                     i promise we'll stay like that forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/4321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/4321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113596412506281780?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113596412506281780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113596412506281780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113596412506281780' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113596186069057852</id><published>2005-12-31T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:57:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i missed caracal at mosh06 :( but the rest of the bands were pretty good. christmas and roseann's birthday celebration (and my belated surprise) at goodwood was AWESOME. thanks guys for the presents :) and the wonderful time. check roseann's blog for pictures. school is starting in 2 days. and yes, im scared. only jaz, ds, alicia and lalee are gonna be in cj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 was the craziest, yet most fun year ever. i made mistakes that can never be corrected, lost a few of my best friends. but since today is already new years' eve, ive decided to make some changes. im not gonna look back cos whats done is done. i know 2006 is gonna be a rough year, but im ready for it.&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/7628902-113596186069057852?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113596186069057852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113596186069057852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113596186069057852' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113571379236447505</id><published>2005-12-28T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T04:03:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/Photo%20Album%20559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/Photo%20Album%20559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            andy and his obession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/camera%20pictures%20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/camera%20pictures%20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss you, jeannine. gawd, i feel so lesbian right now. we're on a high, nothing more to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113571379236447505?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113571379236447505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113571379236447505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113571379236447505' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113549650787780065</id><published>2005-12-25T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:41:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yule shot your eye out</title><content type='html'>christmas eve was spent at peter's house. thank you, peter. no one got wasted, ok maybe except, ryan. thank gawd! (sorry we lost your present, ben.) we couldnt wake up for early morning mass, so we went for 11 instead. two family gatherings tonight and pantat's house. im dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;christmas isnt christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till it happens in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere deep inside you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is where christmas really starts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so give your heart to jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll discover when you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that christmas will be christmas for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113549650787780065?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113549650787780065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113549650787780065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113549650787780065' title='yule shot your eye out'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113513737136245442</id><published>2005-12-21T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:01:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at the airport now. flight's at 12.25. (daddy managed to get a later flight for me!) and nigel's on the plane on the way to aussie. i miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE STRONG AND TAKE COURAGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113513737136245442?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113513737136245442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113513737136245442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113513737136245442' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113510028211351201</id><published>2005-12-21T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:38:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont want to go to bangkok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113510028211351201?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113510028211351201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113510028211351201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113510028211351201' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113502530740938287</id><published>2005-12-20T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:56:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>plush, by stone temple pilots. my favourite song to fall asleep too. but my trusty creative is with nicole and peter is asleep. and i reckon, even if i listened to that song, i wouldnt be able to fall asleep. just got back from nigel's surprise party. i am obliged to say it went well. ok, fuck la. it did go well. the surprise was successful. but when i got home, i found out that im going to bangfuckingkok on WEDNESDAY at 8A.M. thats 2 hours before nigel's flight. gawd, how am i gonna send him off. daddy wants to surprise mom with this trip. but couldnt he have at least asked us when we should go. &lt;a href="mailto:GAWDAMNIT!@()_+^^%$"&gt;GAWDAMNIT!@()_+^^%$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113502530740938287?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113502530740938287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113502530740938287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113502530740938287' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113471596998710048</id><published>2005-12-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:56:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/Photo%20Album%20480.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/Photo%20Album%20480.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put jem and pete together and this is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;more pictures up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113471596998710048?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113471596998710048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113471596998710048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113471596998710048' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113449488615850588</id><published>2005-12-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:28:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;thou fool! this night will require thy soul of thee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113449488615850588?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113449488615850588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113449488615850588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113449488615850588' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113444508825188333</id><published>2005-12-13T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:38:08.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAT IS BACK! hurrayyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days have been spent with the boys- ben, peter, jem, nigel, andy, ken and josh and the girls- hetty, nic, rese, tessa and donn. i havent had so much fun in a long long time. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey ho, let's go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is next week! which means we're alr halfway into the month of december. it doesnt feel like it though. im having so much fun, time is passing so quickly. christmas shopping here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my best friends. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113444508825188333?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113444508825188333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113444508825188333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113444508825188333' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113444374820718321</id><published>2005-12-13T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:16:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Acoustic Under the Stars Gig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th december 2005&lt;br /&gt;7pm till late&lt;br /&gt;10 thomson walk&lt;br /&gt;caracal&lt;br /&gt;crossbred&lt;br /&gt;4th avenue&lt;br /&gt;hetty and tessa&lt;br /&gt;ronald and martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call nigel 96252278 for more details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113444374820718321?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113444374820718321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113444374820718321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113444374820718321' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113363377030498669</id><published>2005-12-04T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:59:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!#!@$^&amp;@@&amp;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/bitch1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/bitch1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive &lt;strong&gt;forgiven you&lt;/strong&gt; but i dont know what to say to you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113363377030498669?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113363377030498669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113363377030498669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113363377030498669' title='!#!@$^&amp;@@&amp;*'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113336715145915734</id><published>2005-11-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T03:55:54.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse</title><content type='html'>FATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not the same emo kid i used to be. i think ive learnt how to conceal my feelings pretty well now. and ive finally learnt when and how to say goodbye. ive realised that everything has an expiry date. even friendships you wished and promised will never fade. sometimes i wonder why i care so much, knowing you hardly spare a thought for my feelings, seeing that you treat me like dirt under your shoe. i care alot and will continue to. but for now, im tired of trying so hard. seeing that other people are "cooler" than me, seeing that they can make you happy, i dont understand why i should stick around anymore. i dont want to be like a loser boyfriend holding your shopping while you try on clothes. thank you, so so much for these years. you've really been an angel. (and i mean this) but things have changed. so, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharpen your fake smiles and porcelain faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113336715145915734?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113336715145915734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113336715145915734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113336715145915734' title='The Curse'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113319501609186053</id><published>2005-11-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:23:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me from me</title><content type='html'>mommy has resorted to bribery!&lt;br /&gt;she said that if i dont tidy my room, i wont get allowance for the hols. :(&lt;br /&gt;i will do it soon, i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i finally watched potter! and gawd, that cedric is Hawwwwwwt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Twist of Fate with the family tmr, wednesday is shopping with the sister and friday is sushi date with Miss Amanda Lim followed by block catching with the rest. I CANT WAIT. (anybody like to take me to disneyland on thurday?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113319501609186053?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113319501609186053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113319501609186053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113319501609186053' title='save me from me'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-113311080797439735</id><published>2005-11-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:05:32.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got me spinnnnnnning</title><content type='html'>days after the 22nd have been SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;ive been having too much fun, i dont get enough sleep some nights. but i think i could live like this for a few more months or so.&lt;br /&gt;so, prom's over. it'll be the last night i'd officially see all the IJians. friends, i'll definitely miss them. 4 years with these people, i guess its hard to leave behind all the friendships. but im actually glad im out of secondary school, and MAYBE, just maybe i'd miss life in IJ. well, it hasnt sunk it yet, that ive graduated. prom night was great. some screw ups here and there but &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;overall&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; it was a good ending to 4 years in IJ. i spent it with people whom i could never get bored of. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thanks you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went for the third place gig with amanda on friday and we reached there super late cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; amanda was hung over from prom. hahha. the bands were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CAN YOU BELIEVE I STILL HAVENT WATCHED POTTER YET?! i'd probably be watching it with val tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/1234567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/1234567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile like you meant it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-113311080797439735?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113311080797439735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/113311080797439735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113311080797439735' title='you got me spinnnnnnning'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112852546125858421</id><published>2005-10-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:17:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am for you</title><content type='html'>times are tough, but life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;byebye world.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you on the 22nd of november.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask about my prelim results, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had the notion you were coming back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112852546125858421?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112852546125858421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112852546125858421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112852546125858421' title='i am for you'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112807287519471550</id><published>2005-09-30T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:34:35.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/image%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/image%20107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/image%20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/image%20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeannine keeps me sane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112807287519471550?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112807287519471550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112807287519471550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112807287519471550' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112791100479612607</id><published>2005-09-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:59:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make sure the gun you point to my head is loaded</title><content type='html'>you see, ive always been a fighter but i dont think i can go on anymore. take a look at my face and tell me you dont see the word failure written all over. someone shoot me. no no, i think i should stab myself. im sorry ive let you down yet again, im sorry i brought so much misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do this now i beg&lt;br /&gt;duct tape my arms and legs&lt;br /&gt;throw me into the sea&lt;br /&gt;please save me, please save me&lt;br /&gt;now watch the waves eat me&lt;br /&gt;setting my cold heart free&lt;br /&gt;i'll wash ashore in weeks&lt;br /&gt;you cant save me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me one more chance, jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112791100479612607?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112791100479612607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112791100479612607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112791100479612607' title='make sure the gun you point to my head is loaded'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112754203337865467</id><published>2005-09-24T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:07:13.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title and registration</title><content type='html'>i dont know why but i dont feel up to facing the world today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112754203337865467?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112754203337865467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112754203337865467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112754203337865467' title='title and registration'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112714626549240185</id><published>2005-09-20T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:11:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>you're beautiful, its true&lt;br /&gt;goodnight love, i dont deserve you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112714626549240185?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112714626549240185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112714626549240185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112714626549240185' title='Miracles'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112667460335645502</id><published>2005-09-14T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:10:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black heart</title><content type='html'>watch out, boy.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont change, you're gonna die a bachelor&lt;br /&gt;and no one will realise you're dead till three months later when the smell of your rotting flesh intoxicates the whole town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112667460335645502?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112667460335645502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112667460335645502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112667460335645502' title='black heart'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112619201778869345</id><published>2005-09-08T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:06:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>block catching. RESE ARE YOU READY?</title><content type='html'>only three rounds and we, the girls were already out of breath, ready to fall on the floor and faint (or pretend to, at least). i hate being the catcher but rese teaches me something new everytime, so nehhhhhhmind.&lt;br /&gt;1. pandan bread works miracles. gives you enough energy to run as fast as the boys. (ALMOST)&lt;br /&gt;2. hide behind pillars BUT make sure no one can see your shadow.&lt;br /&gt;there you go, two step guide to not getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to study literature at perry's yesterday. but with amanda around, you cant help but eat and eat and eat and yet dont feel the least bit guilty. candy, cheesecake, mushroom soup, instant noodles and SUBWAY! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112619201778869345?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112619201778869345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112619201778869345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112619201778869345' title='block catching. RESE ARE YOU READY?'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112586044713944365</id><published>2005-09-05T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:00:47.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep tight, lovely</title><content type='html'>this is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;i think im almost reaching my goal of becoming a neeeeeerd.&lt;br /&gt;math at 3 am in the morning is GOOD for you.&lt;br /&gt;try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112586044713944365?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112586044713944365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112586044713944365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112586044713944365' title='sleep tight, lovely'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112576203311641455</id><published>2005-09-03T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:14:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sound of setting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/P1000526.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/P1000526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/P1000526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   nicole,DEBBIE :), prema,fel,claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/1600/nat"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/202/479/320/nat%27sday.%200301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     this picture &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; makes me smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112576203311641455?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112576203311641455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112576203311641455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112576203311641455' title='the sound of setting'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112507643255976816</id><published>2005-08-27T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:13:52.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k-k-kkkkoffeeeee</title><content type='html'>i'm sick of always talking when there's no change&lt;br /&gt;rhetoric can't raise the dead&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112507643255976816?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112507643255976816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112507643255976816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112507643255976816' title='k-k-kkkkoffeeeee'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112447224224618842</id><published>2005-08-20T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:25:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>straight faced lie</title><content type='html'>so the week has passed much faster than i hoped.&lt;br /&gt;study study study.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can remember about the past week is watching the fireworks with andy, kenneth and rese. english orals. the big macdonald's feast.&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights and sleeping in school.&lt;br /&gt;prelims next week and O's soon.&lt;br /&gt;i will tidy my room and i will study. i will.&lt;br /&gt;i love you girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep your head up, we're gonna live forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112447224224618842?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112447224224618842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112447224224618842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112447224224618842' title='straight faced lie'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112417963392031395</id><published>2005-08-16T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:07:13.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLFRIEND!</title><content type='html'>Hello baby.&lt;br /&gt;I've hacked into your blog to leave you a little noteto tell you to update your blog! Love you heaps and missing you from down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Nat girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112417963392031395?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112417963392031395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112417963392031395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112417963392031395' title='GIRLFRIEND!'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112386857686179778</id><published>2005-08-13T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:42:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black hearts and second chances</title><content type='html'>life to me now, has become much like an old faded photograph- turned up at the ends, yellowed at the edges. its not as pretty as i used to see it. people are just fakes put in to make it all look happy. the bright lights mask the blackness and the sorrow. but only the photographer knows how sad it really is. the sun rising from the horizon promises new hope for those who believe. but even that is hidden behind the towering, menacing sky scrapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112386857686179778?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112386857686179778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112386857686179778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112386857686179778' title='black hearts and second chances'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112359615155648090</id><published>2005-08-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:02:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second place victory</title><content type='html'>i care too much, is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;no its not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;its okay &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;im used to being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112359615155648090?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112359615155648090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112359615155648090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112359615155648090' title='second place victory'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112333045639890372</id><published>2005-08-06T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:14:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bite to break skin</title><content type='html'>each breath is getting slower&lt;br /&gt;this war is getting harder&lt;br /&gt;to fight by myself&lt;br /&gt;sick waves of bitter fashion,&lt;br /&gt;ripped down the shield that i have&lt;br /&gt;tears rain from above.&lt;br /&gt;do you see the life i lead?&lt;br /&gt;so, follow me into the sun&lt;br /&gt;and i will bleed the poisons dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112333045639890372?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112333045639890372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112333045639890372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112333045639890372' title='bite to break skin'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112144751866125986</id><published>2005-07-16T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:14:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and all the smiles you gave to me...</title><content type='html'>last night's walk/talk with dhini showed me how much i take my friends for granted. just because they're only a call away, i expect them to be there all the time. now that nat has moved away to somerset, there's only dhini and i left to visit pierce reservoir and watch the fishermen (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive realised how little i show friends that i care. and after seeing an old friend after such a long time, i feel selfish for not putting aside time for our ice cream/prata nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for today, i promise i'll try harder brad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112144751866125986?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112144751866125986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112144751866125986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112144751866125986' title='and all the smiles you gave to me...'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112058239703345548</id><published>2005-07-06T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:53:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between insanity and hope's edge.</title><content type='html'>please someone help me&lt;br /&gt;im dying here.&lt;br /&gt;im not up for school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112058239703345548?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112058239703345548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112058239703345548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112058239703345548' title='in between insanity and hope&apos;s edge.'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-112057576035224848</id><published>2005-07-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:07:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding hands and watching you smile</title><content type='html'>alycia and i found new ways to get past one and a half hours of chemistry without killing ourselves out of bordom.&lt;br /&gt;1. learn how to make stars out of rubberbands&lt;br /&gt;2. write progress reports (we made it till 1000)&lt;br /&gt;3. think of names to call our future babies (waldo, algernon...)&lt;br /&gt;4. practise chinese oral by translating the chemistry text to mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA enough excitement for one day no?&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling this week's gonna be a mad rush for time, plus all the unfinished work, there's gonna be no time for sleeping in. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the way, your hands were shaking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-112057576035224848?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112057576035224848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/112057576035224848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112057576035224848' title='holding hands and watching you smile'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111963858082067064</id><published>2005-06-25T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T14:13:10.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like an oil tank. but the only difference is that im always running on empty and i cant get a refill. even the simplest tasks like getting out of bed and making lunch is so dreadful. i'd rather draw the curtains close and sleep the whole afternoon away. everything is black or white or grey. somebody give me hope again cos this heart's been empty for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she smiles. she looks happy. but is she happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i only smile for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111963858082067064?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111963858082067064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111963858082067064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963858082067064' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111963586944979604</id><published>2005-06-25T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:57:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since nothing can make me happy nowadays, i think i shall just drown myself with icecream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111963586944979604?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111963586944979604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111963586944979604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963586944979604' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111798710349747097</id><published>2005-06-05T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:07:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i shall occupy my term break with 1.studying 2.studying 3.and maaaaaybe i'll squeeze some time out of my tight schedule to go for a few gigs. street fest is coming up and how can anyone forget that! short sharp shock gig at substation this afternoon was thrillingbloodyawesomeexcellent all put together. i never moshed so hard in my life. kenneth came out of the moshpit with a throbbing head, nigel with a broken shoe, me with a bruised knee. and its a bloody miracle that nat came out unscathed. anyway, in conclusion, today was wicked fun and tmr marks the beginning of three weeks of hardcore studying. so see you soon i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111798710349747097?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111798710349747097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111798710349747097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111798710349747097' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111683619145018367</id><published>2005-05-23T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:23:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been completely exciting. we celebrated val's birthday yesterday. first we walked around town trying to make her veryvery bored haha quite successful i must say. then over to ronald's where everyone else was, to have a barbeque. i think we managed to surprise val quite well. :) blockcatching after that was funny. ronald, rese and i were the catchers and jill and jeannine were the cheaters. haha. but i caught martin and marcus! aint you proud of me rese? so after such a wicked fun weekend, i guess i'd better start getting my life back on track and aceept that i cant run away from chinese forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice talking to an old friend yesterday, its been way too long. and suddenly i think i want you back in my life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111683619145018367?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111683619145018367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111683619145018367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111683619145018367' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111572794033521207</id><published>2005-05-10T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:25:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was spent with thebestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;i bought the bright green adidas sweater for $89.90&lt;br /&gt;told you i was an impulsive shopper.&lt;br /&gt;but im happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111572794033521207?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111572794033521207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111572794033521207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111572794033521207' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111565039183347107</id><published>2005-05-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:13:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hello,we meet again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;midterms are over!!&lt;/span&gt; and i feel as though de big o's are over. too much enjoyment is not good for my results, so ive heard. crystal jade on friday with ds, jessie, roseann and perry. we ate so much, we could hardly walk after that! hahah. then to cold storage to walk around for a bit cos who can resist staring at all the big boxes of cereal and rows and rows of candy. even the nice display of fruits got interesting. i accomplished so much on friday, i think all of you should be proud of me. i got my sister's birthday present :(  she found out, but nevermind!, mother's day present and chocolates! stayed over at jeannine's on sunday then met perry ds and rosie to blade and cycle at bishan park. we should do this every week guys! i feel so fit now! pictures will be up soon. go take a walk in the park or beat that, sit down with a bowl of cereal and watch videos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks perry, roseann, ds, jessie, jeannine and val.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111565039183347107?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111565039183347107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111565039183347107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111565039183347107' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111526917887486819</id><published>2005-05-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:05:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;doesnt the stupid school see that exams will never be an assesment of how well we know our work? for the smart ones, it'll just be a breeze, and for the less academically inclined ones (the stupid ones) like me, it'll be another cause for stress and sleepless nights. how can they expect us to think fast and write even faster at the same time. and we have two papers each day. both in the early morning. i cant function in the morning, how the hell am i supposed to wreck my sleeping brain for answers to dumb chemistry questions ive never seen in my life. two papers a day means not enough time the day before to study for BOTH papers. and just the thought of sitting down for 4 hours writing non-stop makes me tired enough. why cant we do away with exams and just study more interesting things. like the nutrition content on my cereal box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111526917887486819?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111526917887486819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111526917887486819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111526917887486819' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111485983624596576</id><published>2005-04-30T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:17:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isnt it obvious that i want to say more? anything too daring to say to you, will be said in this letter and burnt away, so you never realise im here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111485983624596576?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111485983624596576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111485983624596576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111485983624596576' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111467252674037683</id><published>2005-04-28T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:15:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;your bitter goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is ringing through this quiet night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this idle hour just wont pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i never missed you this much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;never thought i would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;didnt think you'd feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111467252674037683?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111467252674037683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111467252674037683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111467252674037683' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111452810340945156</id><published>2005-04-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T11:23:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think God is quite unfair sometimes. or maybe i just dont understand. why does he let us meet such awesome people, whom we can have so much fun with, talk about EVERYTHING and then take these people away. everyone is leaving. nat has gone again. and it gets harder everytime. she comes back, we have so much fun and she's gone again. no point so carefully building up relationships only to let them fall apart everytime that person is gone. then why did he even let us meet in the first place. it just goes to show that nothing in this life lasts forever right. chinese prelims, orals are over. a little less stressed. but i have to seriously get down to some work. my mind always seems to drift, think about everything but work. i think i need to do something SOON. my life is more messed up than this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111452810340945156?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111452810340945156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111452810340945156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111452810340945156' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111410361612425905</id><published>2005-04-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T11:23:10.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gf, i am done. Hope you like it okay. Didn't take up much time though. I wouldn't mind sacrificing my time just for you. I love you &amp;amp; wouldn't trade the world for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;-nat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111410361612425905?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111410361612425905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111410361612425905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111410361612425905' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111314270761719610</id><published>2005-04-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:18:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uncle john is sick with colon cancer and he may not live thru tonight. just got back from visiting him and it was the most morbid experience ever. he was lying in bed,so skinny you can count every single one of his bones,his eyes staring blankly into nothingness,mouth moving, but no sound coming out. it sucks knowing that it may be the last time im gonna be seeing him. who's gonna be santa during christmas? who are all the kids gonna run to for candy? i know we're all supposed to be happy that he's gonna be going to a happier and better place but how can one be happy when you're not gonna see someone you love so much anymore. its hard. i think uncle john is ready to go, the only reason why he is holding back is because of grandaunt. we've been praying the divine mercy the whole day, and asking mary to hold his hand and take him to meet jesus. and he smiles when we pray. thats awesome aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so fragile. one minute you remember that person laughing with you, the next, you see him lying in bed, so frail you cant imagine him giving you a smile. and why? one may ask. is God punishing us for taking that person for granted, or is he relieving that person of his sufferings? maybe both. but i dont want anyone i love to leave like that. it maybe being too selfish. but i dont see anything wrong with not wanting your loved ones to die just so you can spend more time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;you never hear people say "i wish i'd spent more time at work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;you always hear them say "i wish i'd spent more time with my family"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111314270761719610?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111314270761719610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111314270761719610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111314270761719610' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111312613830073700</id><published>2005-04-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:42:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;Swept to hands that tied me&lt;br /&gt;It's a pointless game&lt;br /&gt;What better, let's play suicide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111312613830073700?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111312613830073700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111312613830073700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111312613830073700' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111306505407509730</id><published>2005-04-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:20:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/members/clairee"&gt;www.imagestation.com/members/clairee&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111306505407509730?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111306505407509730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111306505407509730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306505407509730' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111280103027705944</id><published>2005-04-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:23:50.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry if im the cause of all your unhappiness. its only cos i hate school that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111280103027705944?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111280103027705944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111280103027705944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111280103027705944' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111253943504351679</id><published>2005-04-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:43:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what i fought for</title><content type='html'>the first night in 357375404 nights i can sleep earlier than 12.30 and here i am wasting my time online. so claire-ver yah! (as gillian would say) ive finished studying for the bloody chinese test tmr and boy, am i GLAD that its the last one. now, jeannine and i can talk,watch vcds,sneak out to icecube instead of staying in on sundays to study chinese! HAHA.  avril lavigne's concert was AWESOME BABY! pug jelly opened for her and they're bloody good now. we had sitting tickets but still moshed anyway :) nat, you better hurry get your ass back, then we can go for the next third place gig together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why didnt you tell me, that it was too little too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111253943504351679?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111253943504351679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111253943504351679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253943504351679' title='this is what i fought for'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111220064232757571</id><published>2005-03-31T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:37:22.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as that day draws so close, i have a right to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;dont i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111220064232757571?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111220064232757571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111220064232757571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111220064232757571' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-111211006064702644</id><published>2005-03-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:27:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>could i take you for a car ride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-111211006064702644?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111211006064702644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/111211006064702644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111211006064702644' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110708782300672916</id><published>2005-01-30T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:23:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought you meant forever</title><content type='html'>i hope you're happy with your boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110708782300672916?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110708782300672916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110708782300672916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110708782300672916' title='i thought you meant forever'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110674043643984678</id><published>2005-01-26T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:54:24.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do unto others what you want them do unto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were different and i thought that you were more mature than this&lt;br /&gt;i dont expect anything in return when i help you, but at least not back stab me?&lt;br /&gt;i could have backstabbed you in the same way, cos you did the same thing too, but NO i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;you're just like eddie in view from the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt your conscience eat you alive?&lt;br /&gt;just cos you're my fricking older sister, doesnt mean you DESERVE my respect.&lt;br /&gt;you've gotta earn it baby.&lt;br /&gt;and you've just lost every single bit of it from me.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could tell you everything, i thought i could trust you. but no.&lt;br /&gt;dont talk to me, just ignore me and call me a bitch under your breath.&lt;br /&gt;im used to it, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110674043643984678?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110674043643984678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110674043643984678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110674043643984678' title=''/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110665649572509168</id><published>2005-01-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:34:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're gonna live forever.</title><content type='html'>can things get any better?&lt;br /&gt;nat just left.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay&lt;br /&gt;she will be back soon&lt;br /&gt;soon?&lt;br /&gt;three months is not soon&lt;br /&gt;HURRY COME BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made the stars shine for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110665649572509168?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110665649572509168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110665649572509168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110665649572509168' title='you&apos;re gonna live forever.'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110640317991315253</id><published>2005-01-22T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:18:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want your beautiful soul</title><content type='html'>its uncanny how one can be so full of laughter and joy one moment and so downcast the next. and sometimes even both at once.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was mel's sixteenth birthday. it was awesome. the decorations, the music and the FOOD! there were waiters around, candles, balloons, flowers, chairs draped in white cloth, those you see at wedding dinners. and hell, it did feel like a wedding dinner. -COUGH- ANYWAY, when i stepped into the house i couldnt believe it. it was so, shall i say.. grand? yes, grand. that's mel for you! we baked 16 muffins for her. plus there was a HUGE chocolate cake. we ate so much. after dinner, people were dancing, and i was just there making a fool of myself. haha! lets not talk about that. we sat around and thats when we talked about nat. and hows shes leaving soon. DAMN, i dont even want to say it. time flies so quickly when we dont want it to. but crawls by when we dread something. i havent spent enough time with nat. but its just too damn late to turn back time. so jeannine and i decided to go by nat's to see her. we sat at the playground, talked about how we are gonna walk without each other, GF, you promised me you wont forget this. :) took silly photos while joshua the prick managed to get my slippers floating in the middle of the swimming pool. i want to see nat every week, i want to play catching forever, i want to walk with you in the middle of the road and lie on the grass. nat, why must you go? ohbaby,youwillalwaysbemyboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to believe that hope is but a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110640317991315253?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110640317991315253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110640317991315253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110640317991315253' title='i want your beautiful soul'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110571450856497579</id><published>2005-01-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:55:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken hearts, he will take them all</title><content type='html'>the mass for the tsunami vicitms was good although it was quite touching&lt;br /&gt;there was this man sitting in front of me who lost his wife in phuket and he was crying throughout the whole mass. i felt really useless cos i couldnt do anything yet i wanted to console him or at least do something. and somemore, he was alone. he had no family with him. i felt so sad for him. but oh well, we gotta pray for these people. its so sad how you can lose someone in just a matter of seconds. no one close to me has passed away before so i dont know how it feels. and im scared to lose anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks into school and i want to quit already. RESE! are you ready to go with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110571450856497579?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110571450856497579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110571450856497579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571450856497579' title='broken hearts, he will take them all'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110475888904236708</id><published>2005-01-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:28:09.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR, NEW LIFE</title><content type='html'>i lost my wallet with all my allowance inside. what a great way to start the new year, no? the annoying thing is that ive never lost my wallet or my phone before. and now, this MUST happen on the first day of 2005. BUT ITS OKAY! :) 2004 wasnt that good a year. but maybe if i try to keep to my plan of being more organised and responsible, 2005 will be a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110475888904236708?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110475888904236708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110475888904236708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110475888904236708' title='NEW YEAR, NEW LIFE'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110320691415131447</id><published>2004-12-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T00:38:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creeeeeps</title><content type='html'>i have this strange feeling that everything back home has moved on without me. its like even if i were nonexistant, everything would go on just the same. i feel that things are different and i dont even know how to explain it. maybe my mindset has changed a little since i went and came back. but compared to singapore, the life in Dalat is so peaceful and uncomplicating, whereas singapore is full of politics, emotions and backstabbing. i cant take it. life is simple, its people who make it complicated. i think too much and i make things more serious than they are. when actually they're simple when i let them sort out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110320691415131447?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110320691415131447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110320691415131447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110320691415131447' title='creeeeeps'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110312999059120884</id><published>2004-12-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:00:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead end, new beginning</title><content type='html'>im back from dalat. but i still feel as though im sitting in the damn speed boat. 10 hours of travelling has definitely taken its toll on me. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i didnt want to leave because i love everything abt that place.&lt;/span&gt; 9 days there and ive grown to love it more than i love home now. and hell, it was a great experience. the people there are so simple and contented with the littlest things they have. there were quite alot of youths there, and we hung out with them the most. i had so much fun, im going to migrate there. HAHA! it really was an enriching experience. ive learnt not to take things for granted and to appreciate everything i have. esp my FAMILY AND FRIENDS. when the kids in the kampong sang carols, it was so beautiful. i mean they hardly speak english, but when they sang, i could really feel the christmas spirit. thats the beauty of all the people there. they helped us decorate the chapels although they could be doing something else and brought us to places although it was out of the way. we had no water and electricity for a day or two, but we survived. welcome to mission life, they say. I LOVE IT. we taught in catechism class for abt 4 hours and it was great. although some of our plans didnt work out, it was fine with us. Father Emy said "we may all have our own beautiful plans, but if it doesnt work out, means God doesnt think its beautiful enough". all the priests there are really cool. we even did karate with him one morning. ive learnt so much from them. OKAY, IM GETTING TIRED NOW AND THIS IS GOING NOWHERE. IM JUST RAMBBLING, MAYBE I'LL CONTINUE TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110312999059120884?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110312999059120884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110312999059120884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110312999059120884' title='dead end, new beginning'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110188509763208147</id><published>2004-12-01T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:12:58.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>de DANIELX</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;my blog is screwed up and im too lazy to fix it&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i just dont know how to&lt;br /&gt;ANW, ive been listening to emo songs the whole day and i guess its a good change from the noisy music my mom calls rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;so now when i listen to emo songs, she sings along! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was outing with the church people&lt;br /&gt;we went to east coast in the morning , bladed, played rugby and captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;then went over to mimosa park for bbq.&lt;br /&gt;on the way back, we sang carols, waved to random people and made so much noise i think the bus driver got pretty damn annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;emo/serious talk with a few of them at night. but with daryl, these talks always end up a laughing session.&lt;br /&gt;stupid questions and even more stupid answers. hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;i think i talked to daryl too much that i've began to ask "daryl" questions.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel so stupid! haha. but YES daryl, both our misconceptions were cleared.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was the BEST outing we've had in a looooooong while.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110188509763208147?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110188509763208147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110188509763208147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110188509763208147' title='de DANIELX'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902.post-110079127976886646</id><published>2004-11-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:21:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead end of a sadistic journey</title><content type='html'>somebody tell me why&lt;br /&gt;there are so many questions that i can do without answers&lt;br /&gt;but this, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;God doesnt have a sick humor, so is it just a lesson which im supposed to learn or a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;i think there were millions of wake up calls but none made a difference&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats the point of trying so hard, knowing you'll fail in the end&lt;br /&gt;doing your best yet you wont succeed&lt;br /&gt;i think ive lost sight of my focus in life&lt;br /&gt;i dont know my priorities&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i want to do with my dumb life&lt;br /&gt;i always told myself that as long as you've tried your best, you're already a winner&lt;br /&gt;but what happens if your best is not good enough&lt;br /&gt;is it plain stupidity or a lack of discipline and focus&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time im at a dead end&lt;br /&gt;wherever i turn, im at a loss&lt;br /&gt;people tell me its alright&lt;br /&gt;fuck alright&lt;br /&gt;they dont know&lt;br /&gt;God help me&lt;br /&gt;i dont know either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902-110079127976886646?l=tearsforfears_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110079127976886646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902/posts/default/110079127976886646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsforfears_.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110079127976886646' title='dead end of a sadistic journey'/><author><name>claire*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08846004860071144014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
