<?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-8073842031256939980</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:55:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a lullaby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3735657138197311104</id><published>2009-08-27T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:28:55.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taufiq</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend, my better half, has been in Brunei for quite some time now (I refuse to count the number of heartache days) and I miss him like crazy. I want to hold him close and take all of him in until I can't breathe. This heartache, this longing.. I just want him close. Right now, I can feel him. I have goosebumps just thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Sayang. And I missed you so much today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3735657138197311104?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3735657138197311104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/taufiq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3735657138197311104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3735657138197311104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/taufiq.html' title='Taufiq'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3731309667149167066</id><published>2009-08-09T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:45:27.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room</title><content type='html'>I can't love you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3731309667149167066?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3731309667149167066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dear-were-slow-dancing-in-burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3731309667149167066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3731309667149167066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dear-were-slow-dancing-in-burning.html' title='My dear, we&apos;re slow dancing in a burning room'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2607191738616756702</id><published>2009-08-02T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:53:29.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's just no one who gets me like you do.</title><content type='html'>I thought I had my life all planned out, but now I have other other options. Damn!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2607191738616756702?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2607191738616756702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-just-no-one-who-gets-me-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2607191738616756702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2607191738616756702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-just-no-one-who-gets-me-like-you.html' title='There&apos;s just no one who gets me like you do.'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8757569157858310308</id><published>2009-08-02T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:14:21.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never let you go if you promise not to fade away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SnUgkZf2vUI/AAAAAAAABOc/NcqKGjh6i2A/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SnUgkZf2vUI/AAAAAAAABOc/NcqKGjh6i2A/s320/Video+call+snapshot+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365230340773690690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SnUgkNMiXPI/AAAAAAAABOU/ORyBY_SOC3s/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SnUgkNMiXPI/AAAAAAAABOU/ORyBY_SOC3s/s320/Video+call+snapshot+16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365230337471438066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. My adorable baby.. :)) &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8757569157858310308?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8757569157858310308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-never-let-you-go-if-you-promise-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8757569157858310308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8757569157858310308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-never-let-you-go-if-you-promise-not.html' title='I&apos;ll never let you go if you promise not to fade away'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SnUgkZf2vUI/AAAAAAAABOc/NcqKGjh6i2A/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1188989719978698362</id><published>2009-08-01T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:29:08.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear Wedding bells</title><content type='html'>What a GREAT Friday I had. Hahahaha. MP/SIP till like, 12? Tried out that new sandwich place for lunch, Fairprice, and went for NUS, SIM and MOE talks. Siti K bubble me like siao for the MOE talk, so I was alone boohoo. Not really. I went out of audi 1 and found future teachers from BIE! Haha. So went with them and irritated the shit out of H and H. oh, and L too, cos he was there.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was coooooooooooool. The teaching one. It was all videos. Muahhaa. Went back to the DU. And then!!!!! Found out that 2 people were going on a date. Gee. I'm guessing that half our cohort knows about it? Well that's because, after school, around 11 losers had no plans, and so off we went to TECHNO. Tiow. TCS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, bought my dinner and went home .;( Friggin no life. And went to sleep at ard 10. Heh. But got a phone call at 11ish, and then chatted on skype till 2.30? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I DO have plans. Hehhhh! Wheee.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) And I'm wearing my new dress! Thank you FANGBIT for ordering the stuffffssss. hee ( I dont call you HJP alr ok! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1188989719978698362?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1188989719978698362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/blink-blink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1188989719978698362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1188989719978698362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/08/blink-blink.html' title='I hear Wedding bells'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-794955845624918471</id><published>2009-07-25T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:04:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh love, don't let me go..</title><content type='html'>S: Why are you home on a Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;N: Why are YOU home on a Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;S: It's not a choice, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-794955845624918471?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/794955845624918471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-love-dont-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/794955845624918471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/794955845624918471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-love-dont-let-me-go.html' title='Oh love, don&apos;t let me go..'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-444809731556962149</id><published>2009-07-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:50:28.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So take, take me as I am..</title><content type='html'>Red Thread Red Thread! Season Finale gave me and my sister "HAH?!" HAH?!! WHAT?!?!.Same bloody reaction when we both watched it an hour apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-444809731556962149?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/444809731556962149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-take-take-me-as-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/444809731556962149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/444809731556962149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-take-take-me-as-i-am.html' title='So take, take me as I am..'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1672379372454118020</id><published>2009-07-11T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:29:28.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight</title><content type='html'>I'm way tired. Shld be asleep by now, but I promised a friend that I'll chat tonight. It's been like, long? IDK how long, but long enough. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1672379372454118020?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1672379372454118020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-me-beneath-milky-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1672379372454118020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1672379372454118020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-me-beneath-milky-twilight.html' title='Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1248395021253018487</id><published>2009-07-10T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:12:47.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No it don't break even</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When your heart breaks, you've got to fight like hell to make sure you're still alive, because you are. And that pain you feel? That's life. The confusion and fear? That's there to remind you that out there somewhere is something better. And that something is worth fighting for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lots that I haven't updated about, eyh? Too many things went on since I last blogged. Heee. Nyayi's surprise bday celebrations, Kenny's surprise bday celebs yest, bowling + transformers... Hahaha... And lots more lah. I have a good life. LOL&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/8073842031256939980-1248395021253018487?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1248395021253018487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-it-dont-break-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1248395021253018487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1248395021253018487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-it-dont-break-even.html' title='No it don&apos;t break even'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2626974181653762488</id><published>2009-06-24T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:54:26.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love school</title><content type='html'>SA: Siti, kite makan kat mane nari?&lt;br /&gt;SK: Kat luar...&lt;br /&gt;*we ALWAYS eat outside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK: Aku nak kencing ah..&lt;br /&gt;SA: Aku pon. Jom. Bawak matric card eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Eh I very tired, I slept late last night&lt;br /&gt;K: What time you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;S: 10.30...&lt;br /&gt;K: Wow, 10.30 ah.. wow.. *in his stupid tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Fuck you ah Kenny&lt;br /&gt;K: *points* now? &lt;br /&gt;If we were in the DU, he'll point to the place behind.&lt;br /&gt;S: Ok let's go&lt;br /&gt;K: *begins climbing*&lt;br /&gt;If we were outside..&lt;br /&gt;K: No, cannot.. We're in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SF: Kiss-a-slug&lt;br /&gt;MK: Slut?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;SA: Ya ya ya, she never kiss anybody, only herself. So yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SF: Eh you bring slippers to school can lend me? I got blisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA: *sings* It's the climb....&lt;br /&gt;ST: Shh... Noisy LA!&lt;br /&gt;K: Wow the vocals, goood..&lt;br /&gt;SA: Yalah, miley cyrus, good lah, but I also okay..&lt;br /&gt;K: *Makes vomit action when I'm not looking *&lt;br /&gt;SA: KNS lah Kenny! *cos I looked up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST/SA: *makes random noise*&lt;br /&gt;SA/ST: *makes same random noise*&lt;br /&gt;*the cycle continues until one of us, "Eh shuddup lah!"&lt;br /&gt;Then the other one "waaaa.... So rude...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I go to school for. There's a hell lot more, but we'll just save the embarrassment, eyh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2626974181653762488?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2626974181653762488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2626974181653762488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2626974181653762488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-school.html' title='I love school'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1751760679846376826</id><published>2009-06-24T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:51:28.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\that is a total lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1751760679846376826?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1751760679846376826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1751760679846376826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1751760679846376826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1848652955315514326</id><published>2009-06-20T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:29:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be outside of your window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjxXDUk3aVI/AAAAAAAABOM/y34X-2_ItZs/s1600-h/zJ6qOxXKjoq4uznirHnKM7xto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjxXDUk3aVI/AAAAAAAABOM/y34X-2_ItZs/s320/zJ6qOxXKjoq4uznirHnKM7xto1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349246171983866194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there's always something on tumblr that makes me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1848652955315514326?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1848652955315514326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-outside-of-your-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1848652955315514326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1848652955315514326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-outside-of-your-window.html' title='I&apos;ll be outside of your window'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjxXDUk3aVI/AAAAAAAABOM/y34X-2_ItZs/s72-c/zJ6qOxXKjoq4uznirHnKM7xto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5833988424879117505</id><published>2009-06-19T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:50:29.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We build, then we break</title><content type='html'>OK officially no more shopping!! At least, until I get back what I need in the bank. Sighs, ooh oooh!!! Hahaha. Thank God for receipts I keep in my wallet that they hide my money! Im not totally broke, then! But then again, that's going to the bank :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and. Yahlah I admit I'm a fucking spendthrift. Used to be living in denial but now no more no more but I still want to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days of freedom, and then it's really time to focus fully on my project. Siti and I had the same thinking. No more distractions this term around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5833988424879117505?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5833988424879117505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-build-then-we-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5833988424879117505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5833988424879117505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-build-then-we-break.html' title='We build, then we break'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4079528369248539857</id><published>2009-06-18T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:38:25.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 BIE</title><content type='html'>Goodie Bag&lt;br /&gt;Facebook/Blogsite/Twitter&lt;br /&gt;Jean Danker (she and Adrian Danker are cousins, apparently)&lt;br /&gt;Design ticket by the end of the month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4079528369248539857?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4079528369248539857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-3-bie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4079528369248539857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4079528369248539857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-3-bie.html' title='I &lt;3 BIE'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-653511196095164440</id><published>2009-06-18T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:01:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me beneath the milky twilight</title><content type='html'>Well, all my plans were cancelled yesterday, but it's alright.. The Da Vinci exhibition is on until 16th August, and I can always go shopping with Siti, and despite the rare times we get invited to Diy's place to just chill like the old times, there will always be another. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I met Fang to get my F21 stuffssss hehhee. Those made me really24534 happy. Haha.  And I got the shoes omg! I'm almost as tall as the boyfriend. Hahahaha. He put them on for me like I were Cinderella or rather like the annoying bf that he is cos I didn't know how to put them on. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over in the evening cos I was really tired (yeah well, I was already drooling on his mattress before we went out) and just spent time with Diana and I. Heeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god I sound like those giggly girls eeew stoppit eh okokok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-653511196095164440?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/653511196095164440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-me-beneath-milky-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/653511196095164440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/653511196095164440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-me-beneath-milky-twilight.html' title='Kiss me beneath the milky twilight'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5363239312031478377</id><published>2009-06-13T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:41:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody wants to be the last one there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO5LcNji0I/AAAAAAAABOE/P4d-lybCvGw/s1600-h/P1030666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO5LcNji0I/AAAAAAAABOE/P4d-lybCvGw/s320/P1030666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346820788821658434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 this cousin outing a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO5LHxfktI/AAAAAAAABN8/XThdJ4b8jPQ/s1600-h/P1030616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO5LHxfktI/AAAAAAAABN8/XThdJ4b8jPQ/s320/P1030616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346820783335248594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sushi, mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4P62QBVI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZRu055xWL6Y/s1600-h/P1040169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4P62QBVI/AAAAAAAABN0/ZRu055xWL6Y/s320/P1040169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819766253258066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4Pr7pEaI/AAAAAAAABNs/9gLeSqj4YwY/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4Pr7pEaI/AAAAAAAABNs/9gLeSqj4YwY/s320/DSC01021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819762249339298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi sushi sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4Pm8puTI/AAAAAAAABNk/kIxvwPdNArg/s1600-h/P1030588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4Pm8puTI/AAAAAAAABNk/kIxvwPdNArg/s320/P1030588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819760911399218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream chefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4PKRWm4I/AAAAAAAABNc/bzAnUsJ_9LM/s1600-h/P1040032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO4PKRWm4I/AAAAAAAABNc/bzAnUsJ_9LM/s320/P1040032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819753213598594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke with the chillak-aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, how much more perfect can this holiday be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Boyfriend gets 4 days leave when he comes back from Port Dickson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Siti K and Grace on Wednesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5363239312031478377?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5363239312031478377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/nobody-wants-to-be-last-one-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5363239312031478377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5363239312031478377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/nobody-wants-to-be-last-one-there.html' title='Nobody wants to be the last one there'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjO5LcNji0I/AAAAAAAABOE/P4d-lybCvGw/s72-c/P1030666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-364052147298904732</id><published>2009-06-13T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:21:04.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna be alone tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjOnalQolTI/AAAAAAAABNU/ofUplVvdz5A/s1600-h/P1040186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjOnalQolTI/AAAAAAAABNU/ofUplVvdz5A/s320/P1040186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346801257739228466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so in love with this man. The things he does for me, are all done so willingly.. I can never find another like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-364052147298904732?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/364052147298904732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-wanna-be-alone-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/364052147298904732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/364052147298904732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-wanna-be-alone-tonight.html' title='I just wanna be alone tonight'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SjOnalQolTI/AAAAAAAABNU/ofUplVvdz5A/s72-c/P1040186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8762005375714171361</id><published>2009-05-31T09:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:41:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you, Fuck you very very much (:</title><content type='html'>Notice that the titles have nothing to do with the entries? Hehe. They're picked out by songs that I'm listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfte97klI/AAAAAAAABNM/UKn15wl5BEM/s1600-h/4193_197580950412_873210412_6940391_137524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfte97klI/AAAAAAAABNM/UKn15wl5BEM/s320/4193_197580950412_873210412_6940391_137524_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341796605538046546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi-annual beach day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfZmxVWAI/AAAAAAAABNE/VYB-F2IrymY/s1600-h/Image15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfZmxVWAI/AAAAAAAABNE/VYB-F2IrymY/s320/Image15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341796264035309570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcome Ria Raziany Razak to Temasek Polytechnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfZtd6B_I/AAAAAAAABM8/JXwJnxwwGwc/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfZtd6B_I/AAAAAAAABM8/JXwJnxwwGwc/s320/DSC00994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341796265832876018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Sunday brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfAk4nqiI/AAAAAAAABM0/gxIN2xKj4PU/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfAk4nqiI/AAAAAAAABM0/gxIN2xKj4PU/s320/DSC00965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341795834032269858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you ah Kenny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfAeg3BII/AAAAAAAABMs/e5zevW8CQTg/s1600-h/DSC02871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfAeg3BII/AAAAAAAABMs/e5zevW8CQTg/s320/DSC02871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341795832322000002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday MK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfALp8WYI/AAAAAAAABMk/GB4QdQH6slA/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfALp8WYI/AAAAAAAABMk/GB4QdQH6slA/s320/P1030273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341795827259824514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh Karaoke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHe_-rxDUI/AAAAAAAABMc/NpE6z5GsGxo/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHe_-rxDUI/AAAAAAAABMc/NpE6z5GsGxo/s320/DSC00980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341795823777811778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti K  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHe_qnqZtI/AAAAAAAABMU/uM3ZjvkcCdM/s1600-h/3+Sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHe_qnqZtI/AAAAAAAABMU/uM3ZjvkcCdM/s320/3+Sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341795818391889618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8762005375714171361?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8762005375714171361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-you-fuck-you-very-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8762005375714171361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8762005375714171361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-you-fuck-you-very-very-much.html' title='Fuck you, Fuck you very very much (:'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SiHfte97klI/AAAAAAAABNM/UKn15wl5BEM/s72-c/4193_197580950412_873210412_6940391_137524_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2659663551580698360</id><published>2009-05-28T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:25:03.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me what it's like to be the last one standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sh6Qew-UieI/AAAAAAAABMM/P58NZXee1UM/s1600-h/61996894-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sh6Qew-UieI/AAAAAAAABMM/P58NZXee1UM/s320/61996894-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340865066324756962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sh6Qe_cEb9I/AAAAAAAABME/oICbdFgZ_m4/s1600-h/60786358-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sh6Qe_cEb9I/AAAAAAAABME/oICbdFgZ_m4/s320/60786358-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340865070207627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sh6Qep8PpMI/AAAAAAAABL8/3DHhS7jafAM/s1600-h/59598268-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sh6Qep8PpMI/AAAAAAAABL8/3DHhS7jafAM/s320/59598268-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340865064436999362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like. Alot. Hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2659663551580698360?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2659663551580698360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2659663551580698360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2659663551580698360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like.html' title='Show me what it&apos;s like to be the last one standing'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sh6Qew-UieI/AAAAAAAABMM/P58NZXee1UM/s72-c/61996894-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6981429987119897281</id><published>2009-05-26T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:41:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShtF2A630mI/AAAAAAAABL0/Srn22TCpy9g/s1600-h/vQxdw8WwRnwcqqoaBPk5tEBBo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339938577440035426" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShtF2A630mI/AAAAAAAABL0/Srn22TCpy9g/s320/vQxdw8WwRnwcqqoaBPk5tEBBo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more days till I see him again. Technically, it's 4.  Called me on Saturday for like a minute, and yesterday, for less than that. But it's alright.. I guess.. He's having some R&amp;amp;R at an outdoors place aka the jungle/mountain top/whatever, so I can only get to talk to him on Thursday. :) And then, one more day.. Whoots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today - Gelare with Adib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr - Karaoke with Grace&amp;amp;Siti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs - Feel like making sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fri - Supper with Looofy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-6981429987119897281?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6981429987119897281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-more-days-till-i-see-him-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6981429987119897281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6981429987119897281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-more-days-till-i-see-him-again.html' title=''/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShtF2A630mI/AAAAAAAABL0/Srn22TCpy9g/s72-c/vQxdw8WwRnwcqqoaBPk5tEBBo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4965080775651404685</id><published>2009-05-24T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:52:18.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same</title><content type='html'>Beach days are nothing short of wonderful, even if it was just at ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended off with Tulang@Beach Road for dinner. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Brunch, and MK's birthday bbq at ECP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4965080775651404685?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4965080775651404685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-hardest-thing-and-right-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4965080775651404685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4965080775651404685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-hardest-thing-and-right-thing.html' title='Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-9215078392064847494</id><published>2009-05-23T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:53:25.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShdIZInd7tI/AAAAAAAABLs/-ejX6VXd5t4/s1600-h/4291_110026721140_752461140_3078034_997159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShdIZInd7tI/AAAAAAAABLs/-ejX6VXd5t4/s320/4291_110026721140_752461140_3078034_997159_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338815479917965010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The euphoria of being on top. Indescribable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-9215078392064847494?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/9215078392064847494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/euphoria-of-being-on-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9215078392064847494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9215078392064847494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/euphoria-of-being-on-top.html' title=''/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShdIZInd7tI/AAAAAAAABLs/-ejX6VXd5t4/s72-c/4291_110026721140_752461140_3078034_997159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4983305381897305996</id><published>2009-05-20T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:37:28.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Hello my friend, we meet again&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile, where should we begin?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;Within my heart are memories&lt;br /&gt;Of perfect love that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless, I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen our share of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Oh how quickly life can turn around&lt;br /&gt;In an instant&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to reunite&lt;br /&gt;Within yourself and within your mind &lt;br /&gt;Let's find peace there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless, I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me I'm free&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless, I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you are with me I am free&lt;br /&gt;I'm careless, I believe&lt;br /&gt;Above all the others we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice, My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4983305381897305996?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4983305381897305996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4983305381897305996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4983305381897305996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sacrifice.html' title='My Sacrifice'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3988870449334398548</id><published>2009-05-20T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:03:36.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear jerusalem bells are ringing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShOol6W7-_I/AAAAAAAABLk/hQ8tMv7WFkw/s1600-h/20090518123716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337795352638258162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShOol6W7-_I/AAAAAAAABLk/hQ8tMv7WFkw/s320/20090518123716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel accomplished before lunch because I did the fabricating with the help of LST with the circuit cam and MK with the clicking and stuff at 16-1. :) Thanks, you guys! Now I roughly know how to do circuit cam after Dragon Lady insisted on seeing my .cam file. WTH. Ok too much engine speak. We're slacking like mad. Don't feel like doing work at all. Did Facebook quizzes (under my account) and go people's blog and... They all went online shopping on china website. Sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK jusst got back from Breadboard with Horlicks. Yay. Lick lick lick lick your lollipop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3988870449334398548?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3988870449334398548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hear-jerusalem-bells-are-ringing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3988870449334398548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3988870449334398548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hear-jerusalem-bells-are-ringing.html' title='I hear jerusalem bells are ringing'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShOol6W7-_I/AAAAAAAABLk/hQ8tMv7WFkw/s72-c/20090518123716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2436603822768944517</id><published>2009-05-18T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:51:07.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sarah Fang,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShF1jh8jiYI/AAAAAAAABLc/9DnejRdVe6Q/s1600-h/Someday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShF1jh8jiYI/AAAAAAAABLc/9DnejRdVe6Q/s320/Someday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337176286678976898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Tin and I just can't help making fun of this big mouthed girl called Sarah Fang. She's so noisy!! I cannot tahan... :) See ya tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2436603822768944517?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2436603822768944517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-sarah-fang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2436603822768944517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2436603822768944517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-sarah-fang.html' title='Dear Sarah Fang,'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/ShF1jh8jiYI/AAAAAAAABLc/9DnejRdVe6Q/s72-c/Someday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3362148314965437844</id><published>2009-05-17T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:56:52.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should've done better than this</title><content type='html'>Did you say it? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3362148314965437844?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3362148314965437844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/shouldve-done-better-than-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3362148314965437844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3362148314965437844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/shouldve-done-better-than-this.html' title='Should&apos;ve done better than this'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1671447912164002297</id><published>2009-05-16T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:11:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloths of Heaven</title><content type='html'>Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;br /&gt;Of night and light and the half-light,&lt;br /&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1671447912164002297?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1671447912164002297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/cloths-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1671447912164002297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1671447912164002297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/cloths-of-heaven.html' title='Cloths of Heaven'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2668042128103615025</id><published>2009-05-16T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:39:22.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling away</title><content type='html'>I want a baby without the hassle of getting married, making love and giving birth. Right now. Seeing my baby cousin's (born just 7 days ago) picture made my heart melt. So adorable. I want one now! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2668042128103615025?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2668042128103615025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2668042128103615025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2668042128103615025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-away.html' title='falling away'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2866255369073163222</id><published>2009-05-16T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:43:16.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I don't wanna go to bed mad at you</title><content type='html'>I hate having that unsettled feeling when I'm about to go to bed. It is just plain sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2866255369073163222?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2866255369073163222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-i-dont-wanna-go-to-bed-mad-at-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2866255369073163222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2866255369073163222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-i-dont-wanna-go-to-bed-mad-at-you.html' title='No I don&apos;t wanna go to bed mad at you'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-7938036824131869084</id><published>2009-05-16T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:38:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku tahu kau rindukan aku</title><content type='html'>The things I do when.. It breaks his heart. This disease, it can never go away. As much as I want to, it's just.. Too hard. I need him. Now, I miss him. Come back, Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-7938036824131869084?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7938036824131869084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-tahu-kau-rindukan-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7938036824131869084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7938036824131869084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-tahu-kau-rindukan-aku.html' title='Aku tahu kau rindukan aku'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5970638629751550147</id><published>2009-05-15T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:11:13.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm addicted to your sound</title><content type='html'>Last update: 10th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgzLFoKUEJI/AAAAAAAABLU/NSldF5XekxA/s1600-h/nothing+but+love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335862956067655826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgzLFoKUEJI/AAAAAAAABLU/NSldF5XekxA/s320/nothing+but+love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the past three images from either weheartit.com or icanread.tumblr.com - althought weheartit has been down for the past couple of days. It's alright. As long as I get my daily fix of this, I'll be fine for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 of T-In-Brunei and yet I don't feel that sense of missing him. Feels like just another week of him at SAFTI, and me sleeping as early as 10.30 every night without a chance for him to call, you know that kinda thing. The only thing that bothers me is not having to check my phone for messages as often. Dang. Haha.Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's TGIF. Hopefully, meetup with the gang, and tomorrow's MI Carnival. I don't feel like taking the train. Hahahaha. See how, man! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, back to reading a thick like hell Programming book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Siew Tin's beside me trying to find circuits that has got to do with heart shapes. Eh cool huh. If I'm damn bored I'll do it. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5970638629751550147?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5970638629751550147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-update-10th-may-2009-nothing-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5970638629751550147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5970638629751550147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-update-10th-may-2009-nothing-but.html' title='I&apos;m addicted to your sound'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgzLFoKUEJI/AAAAAAAABLU/NSldF5XekxA/s72-c/nothing+but+love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2728010114000446543</id><published>2009-05-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:31:31.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgaQznzXRjI/AAAAAAAABLM/VCGx1_kpCT8/s1600-h/DSC_2222-%2Bfor%2Bpoppytalk-%2B475x%2Bwidth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgaQznzXRjI/AAAAAAAABLM/VCGx1_kpCT8/s320/DSC_2222-%2Bfor%2Bpoppytalk-%2B475x%2Bwidth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334110025199076914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE &lt;/span&gt;can do this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2728010114000446543?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2728010114000446543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2728010114000446543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2728010114000446543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-do-this.html' title='I can do this'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgaQznzXRjI/AAAAAAAABLM/VCGx1_kpCT8/s72-c/DSC_2222-%2Bfor%2Bpoppytalk-%2B475x%2Bwidth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1556395042537922059</id><published>2009-05-08T07:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:59:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie cold in the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgN1f6mXZHI/AAAAAAAABLE/Za5Pe1dJ0-Y/s1600-h/heartbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgN1f6mXZHI/AAAAAAAABLE/Za5Pe1dJ0-Y/s320/heartbreak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333235574903366770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1556395042537922059?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1556395042537922059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/lie-cold-in-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1556395042537922059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1556395042537922059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/lie-cold-in-ground.html' title='Lie cold in the ground'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgN1f6mXZHI/AAAAAAAABLE/Za5Pe1dJ0-Y/s72-c/heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-7029445391090332132</id><published>2009-05-07T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:34:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in and out of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgLv7cp7xqI/AAAAAAAABK8/S_d_Jfax_dE/s1600-h/tear+us+apart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgLv7cp7xqI/AAAAAAAABK8/S_d_Jfax_dE/s320/tear+us+apart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333088713343485602" 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/8073842031256939980-7029445391090332132?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7029445391090332132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7029445391090332132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7029445391090332132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Falling in and out of love'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SgLv7cp7xqI/AAAAAAAABK8/S_d_Jfax_dE/s72-c/tear+us+apart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4883521235242911788</id><published>2009-05-04T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:13:26.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't you take me where the streetlights glow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take my hand and I'll show you my world. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's what he did, for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the most amazing days spent with the boyfriend. Despite the date, it was practically unplanned. Okay so I normally have hotcakes breakfast on special occasions, and well, since it was, I made the boyfriend get it for me. He obliged with maybe just the slightest complaint, but well, he's the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Breadboard, and slacked around, experimenting with the glucometer. Boyfriend pricked me because he was scared to get pricked himself. Idiot. Blood glucose level = 8.3 mg/mmol. That's highhh! Because I just had breakfast and I had hotcakes with maple syrup. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then tried to repair my laptop (again. Heh), but couldn't. :( Since it was almost lunch, we went over to his place, where he tried to repair it to no avail. Just spent some time together before I zoomed off to school at 2. Wasted time in school by talking to the 3 bimbos (MK, Fang, Siew Tin). Boyfriend came by again and he had his chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lab. Rushed 'cos the people outside were saying that my super was inside. Grr. So yeah, action for a while, and then when he left, went over to my favourite place, wasted time by chatting on MSN with Fang who was 2 seats away, and playing scissors paper stone on MSN. Don't ask. We're unique like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, clocked out, saw Mangkuk and Syaza, and slacked for a while with them. Initial plans were to go to Mustafa but I wasn't feeling good, so we didn't. Instead, T and I went to Tamp, and got tickets to Wolverine, 7.30pm show. Went to coffeebean, bumped into Mas and Firdaus, they joined us while waiting for Fifi and Kodok? Lol. Okay, so they came and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was goood! Extra good because it was just the two of us. (: Headed home after that, and we sat outside my house, talking, until it got late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times I've said I Love You today, and for what it's worth, I meant it every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sf8T_4Xb24I/AAAAAAAABK0/ZwzT1-nDreI/s1600-h/P1020968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sf8T_4Xb24I/AAAAAAAABK0/ZwzT1-nDreI/s320/P1020968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332002472013323138" 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/8073842031256939980-4883521235242911788?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4883521235242911788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/wont-you-take-me-where-streetlights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4883521235242911788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4883521235242911788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/wont-you-take-me-where-streetlights.html' title='Won&apos;t you take me where the streetlights glow'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sf8T_4Xb24I/AAAAAAAABK0/ZwzT1-nDreI/s72-c/P1020968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3644481614806423798</id><published>2009-04-30T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:03:22.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you sleep tonight?</title><content type='html'>Ever since school started, I've been so damn sick of the computer that I don't even go online at night. When I come home, it's shower, watch tv, have dinner if I haven't, and then poof I'm on my bed, reading a few pages of my book and sometimes having Taufiq on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to go home for lunch since I saw huge packs of Thai food in the fridge. The pineapple rice was niceeeee! And to top it off, there was Tiramisu ice cream in the freezer. Wahaha.. Tonight, Pizza Hut for dinner (hopefully!) with cousins. It's been a while since we all just hung out. Especially me and my twin. :( Except that I met him this afternoon to pass him the book, and I was from blk23 and he walked so damn slowly that I reached first. Kanasai. To. The. Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, I'll be off to school in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3644481614806423798?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3644481614806423798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-you-sleep-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3644481614806423798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3644481614806423798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-you-sleep-tonight.html' title='Will you sleep tonight?'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1722011522915220269</id><published>2009-04-28T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:56:48.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts all over the world tonight</title><content type='html'>Parkway's going through another revamp and I don't quite like it. Damn, they took away LJS - not that I fancy eating there, just that, it was there where I first hung out with Taufiq. I say hung out because we didn't realise we were having our first date that day/night. Thinking of it just makes me smile, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, I'm really tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1722011522915220269?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1722011522915220269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1722011522915220269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1722011522915220269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html' title='Hearts all over the world tonight'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3717752605207127132</id><published>2009-04-26T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:34:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SfPWKH3TiiI/AAAAAAAABKs/vIiYfQRgsQY/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SfPWKH3TiiI/AAAAAAAABKs/vIiYfQRgsQY/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328838253507480098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them chillak-a. Thanks for Friday night. It was what I needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3717752605207127132?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3717752605207127132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-them-chillak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3717752605207127132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3717752605207127132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-them-chillak.html' title=''/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SfPWKH3TiiI/AAAAAAAABKs/vIiYfQRgsQY/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2665240786683207625</id><published>2009-04-21T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:17:30.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to save a life?</title><content type='html'>I.Can't.Wait.To.See.The.Chillak-a.Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;It's been so damn long, laaaaaa!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Camera's charged, Phone's charged, Ipod's charged.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2665240786683207625?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2665240786683207625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-save-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2665240786683207625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2665240786683207625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-save-life.html' title='how to save a life?'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4634538424629203828</id><published>2009-04-21T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:01:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it feels like the world's almost over</title><content type='html'>Most times, I prefer to be told then to just be hinted at. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart where I may be totally clueless at because that's just me. So lay it out on me, please. Which has been done. Anything more, do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to change - more importantly for my sake. Just hope that it'll stick, because I want it to. I need this to find myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4634538424629203828?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4634538424629203828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-it-feels-like-worlds-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4634538424629203828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4634538424629203828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-it-feels-like-worlds-almost.html' title='Sometimes it feels like the world&apos;s almost over'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3355241487535085382</id><published>2009-04-19T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:26:48.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't pretend</title><content type='html'>If anyone asks I'll tell them we both just moved on&lt;br /&gt;When people all stare I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see you I'll swallow my pride and bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Pretend I'm okay with it all&lt;br /&gt;Act like there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it over yet&lt;br /&gt;Can I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is this as hard as it gets&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it feels like to really cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks I'll tell them we just grew apart&lt;br /&gt;What do I care if they believe me or not&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel your memory is breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend I'm okay with it all&lt;br /&gt;Act like there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking in circles&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying, they know it&lt;br /&gt;Why won't this just all go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3355241487535085382?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3355241487535085382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-pretend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3355241487535085382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3355241487535085382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-pretend.html' title='Don&apos;t pretend'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3628256037270919686</id><published>2009-04-19T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:49:15.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you were a stranger I could disengage</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I become a part of your past. I'm becoming the part that don't last. I'm losing you and it's effortless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3628256037270919686?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3628256037270919686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-you-were-stranger-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3628256037270919686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3628256037270919686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-you-were-stranger-i-could.html' title='I wish you were a stranger I could disengage'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3125191603322001878</id><published>2009-04-19T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:45:46.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons are easily made once you've had the taste of perfection</title><content type='html'>I remember something:&lt;br /&gt;-Last year during wkzero the only thing I received was a packet of tissue. This year, i received a card from my freshie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last year i could start my 2nd year with my head held high. This year, I don't think I'll be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through so many trials last year. This year, there'll be so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God ,I need the strength. I need Your guidance, to help me get through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3125191603322001878?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3125191603322001878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/comparisons-are-easily-made-once-youve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3125191603322001878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3125191603322001878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/comparisons-are-easily-made-once-youve.html' title='Comparisons are easily made once you&apos;ve had the taste of perfection'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3538072564239020138</id><published>2009-04-19T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:30:15.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cast all the pain to the tourniquet that binds me</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to say that I'm sorry I'll make everything alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3538072564239020138?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3538072564239020138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/cast-all-pain-to-tourniquet-that-binds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3538072564239020138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3538072564239020138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/cast-all-pain-to-tourniquet-that-binds.html' title='cast all the pain to the tourniquet that binds me'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6907467107291791383</id><published>2009-04-19T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:07:09.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know St. Peter won't call my name</title><content type='html'>Camp was the best experience ever - and I say it heavily dripping with sarcasm. Because for the most part, I was totally out of it. Headaches like never before, and it was 99.99% due to the cleaning + tightening of my braces that I did on the first day of Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people should know by now that I'm stubborn, because despite the headaches and dizzy spells, I still wanted to be with my class. I still wanted to have fun. So I pulled myself together, and on the last day.. Oh the last day.. :) That was the time when I really let loose. Cheering like nobody's business where I was standing/sitting, because there were practically no leaders there because some had to get ready for the performance. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshies weren't really cheering, but some of them did start when I did. God, I didn't care that my hair was messy, that my voice sounded like crap, that I was making a fool out of myself, jumping straight up when a cheer was coming on, that I was practically seeing stars. Because I had fun, and lots of it.&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/8073842031256939980-6907467107291791383?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6907467107291791383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-st-peter-wont-call-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6907467107291791383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6907467107291791383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-st-peter-wont-call-my-name.html' title='I know St. Peter won&apos;t call my name'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3698436185613651270</id><published>2009-04-06T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:03:54.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So keep breathing cos I'm not leaving you anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There were things in my life that I hadn't told anyone before, and on the 4th, I just had to. And I did, and he listened. I was lying face up so no tears could run down my face. It was painful, just remembering. And at some parts, they were easier to let out because I've lost all that feeling I used to have. That cold, cold feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3698436185613651270?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3698436185613651270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-keep-breathing-cos-im-not-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3698436185613651270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3698436185613651270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-keep-breathing-cos-im-not-leaving.html' title='So keep breathing cos I&apos;m not leaving you anymore'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4686935275736414684</id><published>2009-04-03T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:22:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He said, "Ask anything"</title><content type='html'>I need to listen to You Found Me by The Fray before I meet him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4686935275736414684?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4686935275736414684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-said-ask-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4686935275736414684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4686935275736414684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-said-ask-anything.html' title='He said, &quot;Ask anything&quot;'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-7074648771322479257</id><published>2009-03-30T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:22:01.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was young but I wasn't naive..</title><content type='html'>Chatting with friend after so long, I was laughing my ass off after discovering... Heh. Thank God I dont have a tagboard here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling him how T and I first got together. I'm smiling like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-7074648771322479257?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7074648771322479257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-young-but-i-wasnt-naive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7074648771322479257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7074648771322479257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-young-but-i-wasnt-naive.html' title='I was young but I wasn&apos;t naive..'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8568395438181702691</id><published>2009-03-30T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:15:37.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you be so heartless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8568395438181702691?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8568395438181702691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8568395438181702691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8568395438181702691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html' title='How could you be so heartless'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6796216029599890687</id><published>2009-03-30T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:06:07.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself</title><content type='html'>CRAVINGS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBtiX4jv3I/AAAAAAAABKc/qbOc32upGFc/s1600-h/sullivan+street+maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBtiX4jv3I/AAAAAAAABKc/qbOc32upGFc/s320/sullivan+street+maria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318871597218774898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this, I want this, I want this. Go find it at Kate Spade and get it for me, someonee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_gvmjUI/AAAAAAAABKU/58HulHn51SY/s1600-h/sushi-mori1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_gvmjUI/AAAAAAAABKU/58HulHn51SY/s320/sushi-mori1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870998301707586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having this yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_V2mvwI/AAAAAAAABKM/RU6pkb1dh9A/s1600-h/Satay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_V2mvwI/AAAAAAAABKM/RU6pkb1dh9A/s320/Satay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870995378290434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_QMgOiI/AAAAAAAABKE/y2Uilxbr30g/s1600-h/island-creamery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_QMgOiI/AAAAAAAABKE/y2Uilxbr30g/s320/island-creamery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870993859525154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_Pj0tzI/AAAAAAAABJ8/UPZJd1lvwf0/s1600-h/2773979040_87de7aabb3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs_Pj0tzI/AAAAAAAABJ8/UPZJd1lvwf0/s320/2773979040_87de7aabb3_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870993688901426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambal sting ray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs-2Cj95I/AAAAAAAABJ0/te7dI8VLryM/s1600-h/2769820877_9e6ae59b26_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBs-2Cj95I/AAAAAAAABJ0/te7dI8VLryM/s320/2769820877_9e6ae59b26_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870986838505362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ chicken! Haha. This one and sushi ah, foreverr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrk2KROMI/AAAAAAAABJU/i53epr0TeCM/s1600-h/Greys-Anatomy-Season-1-DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrk2KROMI/AAAAAAAABJU/i53epr0TeCM/s320/Greys-Anatomy-Season-1-DVD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318869440682604738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrlW3cHQI/AAAAAAAABJc/A47eZgHzdCc/s1600-h/Greys-Anatomy-DVD-Season-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrlW3cHQI/AAAAAAAABJc/A47eZgHzdCc/s320/Greys-Anatomy-DVD-Season-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318869449461996802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrlVR_kOI/AAAAAAAABJk/9KQzAbRtqcQ/s1600-h/season-dvd-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrlVR_kOI/AAAAAAAABJk/9KQzAbRtqcQ/s320/season-dvd-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318869449036501218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrlsrPihI/AAAAAAAABJs/3ADWQb6fMmI/s1600-h/greys-anatomy-season-4-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrlsrPihI/AAAAAAAABJs/3ADWQb6fMmI/s320/greys-anatomy-season-4-dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318869455316421138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrk1jLxdI/AAAAAAAABJM/G3qv58clUDs/s1600-h/392.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBrk1jLxdI/AAAAAAAABJM/G3qv58clUDs/s320/392.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318869440518669778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a must-buy, for sure! For real, yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBtiy0kMPI/AAAAAAAABKk/IFT3ely0YNM/s1600-h/n752461140_1784748_122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBtiy0kMPI/AAAAAAAABKk/IFT3ely0YNM/s320/n752461140_1784748_122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318871604449784050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one. I miss them, a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-6796216029599890687?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6796216029599890687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-put-me-on-shelf-and-kept-me-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6796216029599890687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6796216029599890687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-put-me-on-shelf-and-kept-me-for.html' title='You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SdBtiX4jv3I/AAAAAAAABKc/qbOc32upGFc/s72-c/sullivan+street+maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8321885829384346273</id><published>2009-03-27T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:02:36.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You really broke my heart and I tried to sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I couldn't think of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You don't speak to each other, you don't tell each other the truth, try to find a solution together, instead you go away and self-destruct. You fall in love with someone else, you sleep with someone else, you drink, you gamble. You do anything except to be honest -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; talk&lt;/span&gt; - with the person you're meant to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8321885829384346273?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8321885829384346273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-really-broke-my-heart-and-i-tried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8321885829384346273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8321885829384346273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-really-broke-my-heart-and-i-tried.html' title='You really broke my heart and I tried to sing'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1391282313819665487</id><published>2009-03-25T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:19:10.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet Hill</title><content type='html'>Listening to Coldplay just because. It's loud. Just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you love me won't you let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me won't you let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1391282313819665487?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1391282313819665487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/violet-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1391282313819665487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1391282313819665487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/violet-hill.html' title='Violet Hill'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2572170250987878518</id><published>2009-03-25T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:09:44.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Euclid Alternative</title><content type='html'>"Look at the sign. Does it say I give a damn?"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"I DON'T!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2572170250987878518?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2572170250987878518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/euclid-alternative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2572170250987878518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2572170250987878518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/euclid-alternative.html' title='The Euclid Alternative'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-7163190498956223387</id><published>2009-03-25T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:31:08.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You couldn't hear it in my voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;Wait, I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Should have done better than this&lt;br /&gt;Please, I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;Save me, I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay any cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save me from being confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Show me what I'm looking for…oh lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted this far too long&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes become regrets&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please show me what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I waited the whole day, thinking up what to tell you. Waited until I fell asleep, but I realised it wasn't the right time. Not when you're tired. I'm sorry, baby. I'm glad we put down when we did, so you wouldn't have heard me crying. So now I can't sleep, cos after I was sitting up to actually talk about it, you had to sleep already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know what, maybe I shouldn't tell you. I don't know. Do you really want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Save me from being confused. Show me what I'm looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think I'm thinking too much. taking things too seriously, as always. Maybe there's really no cause for worry here. Sighs. But I don't know. I really don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-7163190498956223387?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7163190498956223387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-couldnt-hear-it-in-my-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7163190498956223387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7163190498956223387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-couldnt-hear-it-in-my-voice.html' title='You couldn&apos;t hear it in my voice'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8842469375706044382</id><published>2009-03-24T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:15:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We lie awake and we dream of making our escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SchogxDZk2I/AAAAAAAABIs/TzrNWsRVYrU/s1600-h/P1020136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SchogxDZk2I/AAAAAAAABIs/TzrNWsRVYrU/s320/P1020136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316614272243569506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Schoh5zsR4I/AAAAAAAABI8/Ych822La1AQ/s1600-h/P1020183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Schoh5zsR4I/AAAAAAAABI8/Ych822La1AQ/s320/P1020183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316614291773474690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SchohVd0JxI/AAAAAAAABI0/nL9WQNBbLnc/s1600-h/P1020180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SchohVd0JxI/AAAAAAAABI0/nL9WQNBbLnc/s320/P1020180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316614282018039570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Schog8FnnhI/AAAAAAAABIk/HPcxjzqxwDA/s1600-h/P1020210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Schog8FnnhI/AAAAAAAABIk/HPcxjzqxwDA/s320/P1020210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316614275205668370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Schohx8SHLI/AAAAAAAABJE/m2dj9CRuuJA/s1600-h/P1020243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Schohx8SHLI/AAAAAAAABJE/m2dj9CRuuJA/s320/P1020243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316614289662024882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;You left the sweetest taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;You're a silver lining the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8842469375706044382?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8842469375706044382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-lie-awake-and-we-dream-of-making-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8842469375706044382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8842469375706044382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-lie-awake-and-we-dream-of-making-our.html' title='We lie awake and we dream of making our escape'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SchogxDZk2I/AAAAAAAABIs/TzrNWsRVYrU/s72-c/P1020136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-860395625957643318</id><published>2009-03-23T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:37:20.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over on the rooftops, let's get married</title><content type='html'>Kids kids kids. I want I want I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, it's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I wanna get my laptop repaired at Sim Lim &lt;br /&gt;D: *shakes head and finger*&lt;br /&gt;T: Why..?&lt;br /&gt;S: Because it's the only place that's convenient, and I dont know anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;T: There's a computer shop near my place..&lt;br /&gt;S: %$#^$%*%^#$^$%^%$ IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No I don't wanna battle from beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cycle or recycle revenge&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna follow death and all of his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-860395625957643318?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/860395625957643318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-on-rooftops-lets-get-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/860395625957643318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/860395625957643318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-on-rooftops-lets-get-married.html' title='Over on the rooftops, let&apos;s get married'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-9220658999586750728</id><published>2009-03-21T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:17:55.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me this way</title><content type='html'>Sim Lim on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Mall Cop on Sunday with dipshit porno sharing idiots (OK only 2 of them are)&lt;br /&gt;Monday is a secret which will be revealed soon enough&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is MTC. But yes, I'm in dire need of a camp in school and a social life&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday is MI's production of Awang Belanga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-9220658999586750728?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/9220658999586750728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/sim-lim-on-saturday-mall-cop-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9220658999586750728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9220658999586750728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/sim-lim-on-saturday-mall-cop-on-sunday.html' title='You made me this way'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3637277295911581614</id><published>2009-03-19T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:26:47.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So live your life</title><content type='html'>I wanna watch mooooooooovies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchmen.&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Blart: Mall Cop.&lt;br /&gt;Dragonball Evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Race to With Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Thanks, Oppa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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life'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5903380001209188036</id><published>2009-03-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:41:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0139hrs laughters</title><content type='html'>"I like your fingering"&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe sometime you can try that on my instrument"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5903380001209188036?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5903380001209188036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/0139hrs-laughters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5903380001209188036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5903380001209188036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/0139hrs-laughters.html' title='0139hrs laughters'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-566884121668955714</id><published>2009-03-18T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:08:56.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hamburger postulate</title><content type='html'>The Big Bang Theory is my friend. My friend is The Big Bang Theory. Hurry and load! Because I'm too fucking bored after such a delightful conversation where all I heard was the sound of the television in the background. Simply delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-566884121668955714?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/566884121668955714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/hamburger-postulate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/566884121668955714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/566884121668955714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/hamburger-postulate.html' title='The hamburger postulate'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8948052370930011143</id><published>2009-03-17T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:26:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's 2.25 am</title><content type='html'>and I'm happy as a clam, smiling like nobody's business, because somebody tried to make me smile and you did! Idiotic asssucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8948052370930011143?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8948052370930011143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-its-225-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8948052370930011143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8948052370930011143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-its-225-am.html' title='Well it&apos;s 2.25 am'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2922698671994159446</id><published>2009-03-17T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:51:24.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get close if you're not there</title><content type='html'>You haven't been listening. Properly. At least, of late. I tried to ignore it, but it just isn't working out. So tell me now, what should I do? Pretend everything's fine? Swallow my pride because my boyfriend won't listen to me, so I gotta suck it up, toughen up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2922698671994159446?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2922698671994159446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-get-close-if-youre-not-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2922698671994159446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2922698671994159446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-get-close-if-youre-not-there.html' title='I can&apos;t get close if you&apos;re not there'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-570765893993878434</id><published>2009-03-16T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:33:10.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day she will tell you that she has had enough</title><content type='html'>Looks like people are gonna look down on you your whole life cos you don't know shit about anything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-570765893993878434?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5189422374713090651</id><published>2009-03-16T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:41:46.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All my agony fades away when you hold me in your embrace</title><content type='html'>The sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;The screams have gone&lt;br /&gt;Too many have fallen&lt;br /&gt;Few still stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Is this the ending&lt;br /&gt;Of what we've begun?&lt;br /&gt;Will we remember&lt;br /&gt;What we've done wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5189422374713090651?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5189422374713090651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-my-agony-fades-away-when-you-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5189422374713090651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5189422374713090651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-my-agony-fades-away-when-you-hold.html' title='All my agony fades away when you hold me in your embrace'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1269639989069850058</id><published>2009-03-12T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:56:37.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna know the lover at my door is another heartache on my list</title><content type='html'>How can I not get lonely late at night? How can I not want............... Well let's not screw it up and say anything, now shall we? &lt;br /&gt;Tired. &lt;br /&gt;Headaches. &lt;br /&gt;I'll call you when it's convenient for me, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really think too much. Reflections on my day today was coming up empty but now, sighs. And I also think I seal disappointment in my voice pretty well. Either that, or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wasting time. Your ten minutes is almost up, asssucker! Stop eating and talk to me! Heh, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1269639989069850058?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1269639989069850058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-wanna-know-lover-at-my-door-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1269639989069850058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1269639989069850058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-wanna-know-lover-at-my-door-is.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna know the lover at my door is another heartache on my list'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-7990742328914094833</id><published>2009-03-11T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:49:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for a friend</title><content type='html'>But you're not really a friend are you? We're tied by blood, so stop calling me what you always do. I'll appreciate it,really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-7990742328914094833?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7990742328914094833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-for-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7990742328914094833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7990742328914094833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-for-friend.html' title='Song for a friend'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2046185425306595933</id><published>2009-03-11T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:42:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Thing 2 Do 3 Words 4 You</title><content type='html'>I Love You. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the holidays started, I've done some productive things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Watched Heroes Chapter 3: Volume 4 and am waiting for the latest episode.&lt;br /&gt;2) Started and finished watching Boys Over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;3) Watched some movies that have been recorded on my hard disk since like, last year?&lt;br /&gt;4) Met the boyfriend alot alot alot of times&lt;br /&gt;5) Borrowed and read books&lt;br /&gt;6) TGIF with the chillak-a without fail&lt;br /&gt;7) KOREAN MOVIES!! Am waiting for The Art of Seduction to load. ;)&lt;br /&gt;8) Catching up with Gossip Girl, Ugly Betty, 90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, more productive things can be done, like housework and more dates like before, and starting to watch more shows online YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2046185425306595933?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2046185425306595933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-thing-2-do-3-words-4-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2046185425306595933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2046185425306595933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-thing-2-do-3-words-4-you.html' title='1 Thing 2 Do 3 Words 4 You'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6478775256316773293</id><published>2009-03-09T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:28:07.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takdir dan Waktu</title><content type='html'>I just get restless staying home, not going out, for the past few weeks. Maybe that's where the arguments start from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-6478775256316773293?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6478775256316773293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/takdir-dan-waktu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6478775256316773293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6478775256316773293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/takdir-dan-waktu.html' title='Takdir dan Waktu'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8871839258020946770</id><published>2009-03-09T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:22:19.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An accident just waiting to happen</title><content type='html'>Whenever I hear the sound of a motorcycle zooming at this hour, I get chills down my spine, and goosebumps emerge, and they're not of the good kind. How many times have I seen accidents happen right outside my window? When you told me that you rode on your friend's bike, I wanted to scream at you, I really did. Instead, I just kept quiet, because why? Who am I to tell you what to do, and what not to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just some random girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8871839258020946770?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8871839258020946770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/accident-just-waiting-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8871839258020946770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8871839258020946770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/accident-just-waiting-to-happen.html' title='An accident just waiting to happen'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-9184063936031018382</id><published>2009-03-09T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:20:24.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go</title><content type='html'>I won't be surprised if I have those bad dreams again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-9184063936031018382?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/9184063936031018382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-dreaming-youll-be-with-me-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9184063936031018382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9184063936031018382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-dreaming-youll-be-with-me-and.html' title='I keep dreaming you&apos;ll be with me and you&apos;ll never go'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-7268294056615710498</id><published>2009-03-08T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:31:04.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's have some fun this beat is sick</title><content type='html'>A Sunday without Taufiq is like a Belgian chocolate without the chocolate. So bland, so boring, so plain. So, a Korean drama marathon it is for me, Boys Before Flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SbOPCD6IutI/AAAAAAAABIY/NUUR-5ZJn7s/s1600-h/kimsangbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SbOPCD6IutI/AAAAAAAABIY/NUUR-5ZJn7s/s320/kimsangbum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310745651171605202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak so cute this boy, no wonder I'm addicted ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when Muhammad Taufiq bin Zulkefly aka my Sayang says Heroes marathon, what he actually means is watch 5-6 chapters from VOLUME ONE, skip a few here and there, give up and watch Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action. Chet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-7268294056615710498?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7268294056615710498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-without-taufiq-is-like-belgian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7268294056615710498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7268294056615710498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-without-taufiq-is-like-belgian.html' title='Let&apos;s have some fun this beat is sick'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SbOPCD6IutI/AAAAAAAABIY/NUUR-5ZJn7s/s72-c/kimsangbum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-899573518809208463</id><published>2009-03-08T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:55:46.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I lose myself I think of you</title><content type='html'>Childhood favourites (and up till now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lempeng pisang &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jemput2 pisang &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;French toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coney dog!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum's steamed fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuna mayo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egg mayo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nyayi's sweet&amp;amp;sour fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nyayi's macaroni goreng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egg fried in butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything kway teow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double decker (BBQ flavour)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prawn crackers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super rings!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum's kuih makmur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pop pop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;10cent popsicles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ritz Cheese sandwich biscuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seaweed crackers. (crackers with seaweed garnish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potato rings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Onion rings (the cracker type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-899573518809208463?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/899573518809208463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-lose-myself-i-think-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/899573518809208463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/899573518809208463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-lose-myself-i-think-of-you.html' title='When I lose myself I think of you'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-9040108512249239700</id><published>2009-03-08T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:27:37.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not really here and you're not really there</title><content type='html'>It took me long enough to admit to the one I love that I take revenge on him. Eye for an eye. Saying it out loud was clear enough a message. Sayang, I'm sorry. I'll be better, I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-9040108512249239700?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/9040108512249239700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-really-here-and-youre-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9040108512249239700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9040108512249239700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-really-here-and-youre-not-really.html' title='I&apos;m not really here and you&apos;re not really there'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-7507234816850906161</id><published>2009-03-05T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:01:10.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look back in anger.</title><content type='html'>Guess it's the embarrassment of the situation. What I asked for wasn't remembered, or wasn't even taken into consideration. So damn embarrassing. So damn embarrassing. So damn embarrassing. So tell me how can I face you today? I'm telling myself there's no point in crying over this but I still am. It's the humiliation. Argh. Need to get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-7507234816850906161?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/7507234816850906161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-look-back-in-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7507234816850906161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/7507234816850906161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-look-back-in-anger.html' title='Don&apos;t look back in anger.'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-3935279897845596920</id><published>2009-03-04T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:25:01.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Why do I contradict myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sa4B5zsRjcI/AAAAAAAABIQ/iNrd4XDtaWQ/s1600-h/Loved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sa4B5zsRjcI/AAAAAAAABIQ/iNrd4XDtaWQ/s320/Loved.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309183103356472770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you but why does it hurt so much to? Within my heart are memories of perfect love that you gave to me. They're tainted now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with images of her&lt;/span&gt;, and we can never get them back. I can never get them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-3935279897845596920?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/3935279897845596920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-couldnt-have-loved-me-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3935279897845596920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/3935279897845596920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-couldnt-have-loved-me-better.html' title='My sacrifice'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/Sa4B5zsRjcI/AAAAAAAABIQ/iNrd4XDtaWQ/s72-c/Loved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1228526077145162807</id><published>2009-03-04T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:01:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd be lost if I lost you, if you ever leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Being Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 76%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;While you may act like you don't care on the outside, on the inside your biggest fear is being alone. You can be quite shy and reserved. You feel like a lot of times people don't really see the real you. You're afraid that no one will really truly love you, and that you will be alone for the rest of your life. On the inside you are great person, so just remember that and don't let your shy nature get the best of you! If you don't want to be a lone then you need to make an effort to be with someone. Show the people that you care about that you really love them, and chances are someone will always be there, even if you think they won't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 59%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 58%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 38%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 34%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 15%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1228526077145162807?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1228526077145162807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/id-be-lost-if-i-lost-you-if-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1228526077145162807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1228526077145162807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/id-be-lost-if-i-lost-you-if-you-ever.html' title='I&apos;d be lost if I lost you, if you ever leave'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8765696098780187438</id><published>2009-03-03T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:23:25.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipped away from your open hand, into the river</title><content type='html'>The head and the heart wants two different things, so which one do you follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm harsh at times, but it's only when I'm down and out do I use that tone. To prove that I'm not weak, that I won't cry in your presence. Leave if it gets too hard for you to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8765696098780187438?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8765696098780187438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/slipped-away-from-your-open-hand-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8765696098780187438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8765696098780187438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/slipped-away-from-your-open-hand-into.html' title='Slipped away from your open hand, into the river'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2515268036407567189</id><published>2009-03-03T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:28:59.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lovers are losing</title><content type='html'>Is there anything else that needs to be said?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2515268036407567189?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2515268036407567189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovers-are-losing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2515268036407567189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2515268036407567189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovers-are-losing.html' title='The lovers are losing'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6470726544289089122</id><published>2009-02-27T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:31:54.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallow the pill that they call pride</title><content type='html'>I may not like my sisters all the time but at least I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;. Because ultimately, I know they'd always have my back, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SabDJB66r1I/AAAAAAAABH4/lMMZw4MKVFw/s1600-h/2187_2229822599177123037_4378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SabDJB66r1I/AAAAAAAABH4/lMMZw4MKVFw/s320/2187_2229822599177123037_4378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307143770804498258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be perfect but at least we communicate, to try steer into the right direction, to better ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, next time we'll just hang at my place because your brother, is an ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-6470726544289089122?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6470726544289089122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/swallow-pill-that-they-call-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6470726544289089122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6470726544289089122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/swallow-pill-that-they-call-pride.html' title='Swallow the pill that they call pride'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SabDJB66r1I/AAAAAAAABH4/lMMZw4MKVFw/s72-c/2187_2229822599177123037_4378_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2121486112046057555</id><published>2009-02-26T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:32:38.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no moving on so I'm already gone.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Where'd it all go wrong, the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking awesome song.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2121486112046057555?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2121486112046057555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-no-moving-on-so-im-already-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2121486112046057555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2121486112046057555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-no-moving-on-so-im-already-gone.html' title='There&apos;s no moving on so I&apos;m already gone.'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6358447236843844404</id><published>2009-02-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:29:30.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it over yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I open my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this as hard as it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this what it feels to really cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-6358447236843844404?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6358447236843844404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-you-to-know-you-couldnt-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6358447236843844404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6358447236843844404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-you-to-know-you-couldnt-have.html' title='I want you to know you couldn&apos;t have loved me better'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1839565575649585993</id><published>2009-02-24T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:45:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never really had a chance</title><content type='html'>Don't fall asleep for fear of dreaming. 30hours, and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase. I'm still crying. I have a small feeling my mum knew about last night. Well, being alone in there for almost a half hour, and emerging looking like hell. She gave me a small smile and called me, "Adik.." This morning. She knew I didn't sleep, yet she didn't pry. I love you, Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is how a broken heart feels like. I can't meet you, even when I want to. I'm dying for that special hug, that special kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They're not so special anymore after knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1839565575649585993?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1839565575649585993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-really-had-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1839565575649585993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1839565575649585993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-really-had-chance.html' title='I never really had a chance'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2963097666729822356</id><published>2009-02-23T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:50:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is so short and I'm sure there must be something more</title><content type='html'>Living each day being wary for the whole of my second year. I still have a whole year ahead of me. Another year of.. People talking behind my back? It was hard, initially, but I got over it. Because above all, Love will come through. It's the sacrifices we have to make, to pull through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in just a blink of an eye, we proved certain people wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, sayang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2963097666729822356?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2963097666729822356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-is-so-short-and-im-sure-there-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2963097666729822356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2963097666729822356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-is-so-short-and-im-sure-there-must.html' title='Time is so short and I&apos;m sure there must be something more'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5406493464379430606</id><published>2009-02-20T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:50:18.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounds so deep they never show, they never go away</title><content type='html'>I'm always here for you. You need someone. I'm the one. Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5406493464379430606?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5406493464379430606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/wounds-so-deep-they-never-show-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5406493464379430606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5406493464379430606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/wounds-so-deep-they-never-show-they.html' title='Wounds so deep they never show, they never go away'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5987360598435227403</id><published>2009-02-18T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:57:57.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid girl, I should have known</title><content type='html'>Should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake :&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know to be in love&lt;br /&gt;You had to fight to have the upper hand&lt;br /&gt;I had so many dreams&lt;br /&gt;About you and me&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5987360598435227403?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5987360598435227403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-girl-i-should-have-known.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5987360598435227403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5987360598435227403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-girl-i-should-have-known.html' title='Stupid girl, I should have known'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-2485214026714071528</id><published>2009-02-18T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:37:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a dreamer before you went and let me down</title><content type='html'>One day you'll come to a realisation that you're not worthy of him, of his love. All you'd ever want from him is to tell him to stop loving you despite you being so in love with him. Could it get any harder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-2485214026714071528?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/2485214026714071528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-dreamer-before-you-went-and-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2485214026714071528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/2485214026714071528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-dreamer-before-you-went-and-let.html' title='I was a dreamer before you went and let me down'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6287083730084729808</id><published>2009-02-17T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:29:14.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace</title><content type='html'>Don't make me your everything, because I'll only disappoint. The heartaches and the walking outs.. You don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pull me from that pedestal. I don't belong there. Never have, and never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-6287083730084729808?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6287083730084729808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/everywhere-im-looking-now-im-surrounded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6287083730084729808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6287083730084729808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/everywhere-im-looking-now-im-surrounded.html' title='Everywhere I&apos;m looking now, I&apos;m surrounded by your embrace'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8277659530795121872</id><published>2009-02-17T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:05:48.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ship is taking me far away</title><content type='html'>I won't do things if I feel the other party isn't interested in what I have to offer. Brings the self-esteem I have to a level of almost zero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8277659530795121872?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8277659530795121872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-ship-is-taking-me-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8277659530795121872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8277659530795121872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-ship-is-taking-me-far-away.html' title='This ship is taking me far away'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-8505436924197021517</id><published>2009-02-17T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:26:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why you're so hard to forget</title><content type='html'>I love you, Muhammad Taufiq Bin Zulkefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SZpJ03FQVtI/AAAAAAAABHw/fjG9E8_ax6U/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SZpJ03FQVtI/AAAAAAAABHw/fjG9E8_ax6U/s320/P1010037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303632683670197970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SZpJ0PzKWxI/AAAAAAAABHo/PpnPV4QA9TE/s1600-h/P1000934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SZpJ0PzKWxI/AAAAAAAABHo/PpnPV4QA9TE/s320/P1000934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303632673125325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kau pergi dariku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kau tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih memerlukan kamu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-8505436924197021517?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/8505436924197021517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-why-youre-so-hard-to-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8505436924197021517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/8505436924197021517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-why-youre-so-hard-to-forget.html' title='Tell me why you&apos;re so hard to forget'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ED3s_Idj20A/SZpJ03FQVtI/AAAAAAAABHw/fjG9E8_ax6U/s72-c/P1010037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4782638226360578659</id><published>2009-02-14T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:31:15.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My path had lost direction, somehow</title><content type='html'>Friends asked what plans I had for the 14th. A strong answer was given, and it's come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4782638226360578659?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4782638226360578659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-path-had-lost-direction-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4782638226360578659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4782638226360578659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-path-had-lost-direction-somehow.html' title='My path had lost direction, somehow'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5044553037809781307</id><published>2009-02-12T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:49:00.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be my own protection, but not now</title><content type='html'>I don't know how long it's been going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5044553037809781307?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5044553037809781307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-used-to-be-my-own-protection-but-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5044553037809781307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5044553037809781307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-used-to-be-my-own-protection-but-not.html' title='I used to be my own protection, but not now'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4254052456591351868</id><published>2009-02-11T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:15:33.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will you blame?</title><content type='html'>Well I wanted to be alone, but God doesn't want me to, because He knows, I'll be stressed out of my wits. So here I am , surrounded by fun people, who are, unfortunately doing their project. But it's alright. I won't be alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4254052456591351868?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4254052456591351868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-will-you-blame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4254052456591351868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4254052456591351868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-will-you-blame.html' title='Who will you blame?'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1813095493561003597</id><published>2009-02-10T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:30:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget your pain, watch me fall apart</title><content type='html'>I can't even take care of myself, so how can I take care of somebody else? Sometimes I feel suffocated, being asked to do something I can't or don't want to do. It's eating at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1813095493561003597?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1813095493561003597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/forget-your-pain-watch-me-fall-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1813095493561003597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1813095493561003597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/forget-your-pain-watch-me-fall-apart.html' title='Forget your pain, watch me fall apart'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1905752670809696508</id><published>2009-02-10T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:57:10.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are home now, the sun won't hurt you anymore</title><content type='html'>An answered prayer - he came home last night. Feeling his touch made me have those wonderful butterflies in my stomach (ooh corny much). But it really did. I guess that's what happens when you're in love, when you're comfortable being with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember before, when I was still nervous around him. I couldn't tell him my lame jokes, my corny shit, the stupid things that I do/did, even about the things that made me unhappy.. Because I thought too much. I thought of him judging me in a certain way. But then I came to my senses (albeit with MUCH push from him), and realised, that hey! if I can't be myself around my own boyfriend, if I can't tell him the things that are bothering me, who else can I tell? True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1905752670809696508?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1905752670809696508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-home-now-sun-wont-hurt-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1905752670809696508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1905752670809696508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-home-now-sun-wont-hurt-you.html' title='We are home now, the sun won&apos;t hurt you anymore'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-9111230453943618790</id><published>2009-02-09T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:23:00.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we're just too far apart when we need each other the most. God is testing our patience and resilience, to get through this. Together. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-9111230453943618790?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/9111230453943618790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-hold-you-high-and-steal-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9111230453943618790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/9111230453943618790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanna-hold-you-high-and-steal-your.html' title='I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-1195092579229621314</id><published>2009-02-09T11:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:30:16.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you when everything was falling apart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;In the end, everyone ends up alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Losing her -the only one who's ever known who I am, who I'm not, who I wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No way to know how long she will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pull me back in as I continue to drift away. It's the inferiority and incompetency thing that eats at me, that drives me away from you. Don't lose me as I fade into the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-1195092579229621314?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/1195092579229621314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-were-you-when-everything-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1195092579229621314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/1195092579229621314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-were-you-when-everything-was.html' title='Where were you when everything was falling apart?'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4630802259139901734</id><published>2009-02-06T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:51:32.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were never mine</title><content type='html'>Happy 21st birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4630802259139901734?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4630802259139901734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-were-never-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4630802259139901734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4630802259139901734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-were-never-mine.html' title='You were never mine'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-4788839855857944313</id><published>2009-02-05T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:58:57.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish you well</title><content type='html'>The deadline's set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-4788839855857944313?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/4788839855857944313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-would-never-wish-bad-things-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4788839855857944313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/4788839855857944313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-would-never-wish-bad-things-but-i.html' title='I would never wish bad things, but I don&apos;t wish you well'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-5956195959641531047</id><published>2009-02-05T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:05:17.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost</title><content type='html'>Well I'm hoping for the best, even when all else fails, because there's nothing more that I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-5956195959641531047?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/5956195959641531047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-because-im-losing-doesnt-mean-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5956195959641531047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/5956195959641531047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-because-im-losing-doesnt-mean-im.html' title='Just because I&apos;m losing, doesn&apos;t mean I&apos;m lost'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073842031256939980.post-6349019378039785247</id><published>2009-02-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:37:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The call that never came.</title><content type='html'>I had 2 phones beside me just in case he called, (one for when he calls my phone, the other to call him back with) but he didn't. Well, that just makes me look very pathetic. Lying in bed, waiting, falling asleep in the process. Not that I didn't welcome it. Because today was a very long day ,what with waking up at 5 am to do my work. I did so much today, to kill time while, again, waiting for the call that never came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073842031256939980-6349019378039785247?l=separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/feeds/6349019378039785247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/call-that-never-came.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6349019378039785247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073842031256939980/posts/default/6349019378039785247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://separatemefromtheliving.blogspot.com/2009/02/call-that-never-came.html' title='The call that never came.'/><author><name>orangeshoestring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
