<?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-11289620</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:17:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrealism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Babylove</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11289620.post-8621550687752736023</id><published>2007-08-31T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:14:22.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we wen to the hougang place to get out hair cut,&lt;br /&gt;she still rems you too, you noe&lt;br /&gt;and as we traced the journey we took en,eth lil thing reminded me of you&lt;br /&gt;the bus stop where we squabbled at, the bus 88, peach bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you because i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-8621550687752736023?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/8621550687752736023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=8621550687752736023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/8621550687752736023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/8621550687752736023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-we-wen-to-hougang-place-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-115131487548973314</id><published>2006-06-26T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:41:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm stuck in my bottomless pit&lt;br /&gt;i neva seem to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-115131487548973314?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/115131487548973314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=115131487548973314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/115131487548973314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/115131487548973314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-stuck-in-my-bottomless-pit-i-neva.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114948307183818085</id><published>2006-06-05T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:51:11.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a lil chat wif lullaby earlier,&lt;br /&gt;and it made me realise how i've been so lost and disconnected from everyone,&lt;br /&gt;being blissfully and ignorantly cooped up in my love coccon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i've been gone for too long,&lt;br /&gt;missing from all the action.&lt;br /&gt;I do miss you guys,&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it doesn't feel nice either&lt;br /&gt;to be neglected and given less priority..&lt;br /&gt;forgive me my lil darlings, i noe i haven been the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;And it dawned on me tt at the end of it all,wen the euphoria fades&lt;br /&gt;and my fairytale disappears&lt;br /&gt;i might lose you guys too..&lt;br /&gt;Please wait for me darlings,&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun wanna eva lose you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114948307183818085?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114948307183818085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114948307183818085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114948307183818085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114948307183818085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-lil-chat-wif-lullaby-earlier-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114803603027221713</id><published>2006-05-19T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:53:50.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you for being my hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i felt lost and scared,&lt;br /&gt;you stood by me.&lt;br /&gt;braved the storm,&lt;br /&gt;and held my hands,&lt;br /&gt;you led the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i tagged behind you,&lt;br /&gt;i silently observed your steadfastness,&lt;br /&gt;your determination.&lt;br /&gt;and as i admired your sheer resilience,&lt;br /&gt;i felt secure and protected coz i knew at tt moment&lt;br /&gt;you'd do everything, and anything to keep me safe..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of you my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114803603027221713?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114803603027221713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114803603027221713' title='0 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decide it it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114786994106472834?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114786994106472834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114786994106472834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114786994106472834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114786994106472834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/05/believe.html' title='believe..'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114786838311145922</id><published>2006-05-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:19:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wen you're with me..</title><content type='html'>it's nice havin you near me,it's swell!&lt;br /&gt;fun and injected wif bouts of laughter!&lt;br /&gt;i juz wish we'd neva havta part!&lt;br /&gt;coz i always can't wait to meet up wif you again!&lt;br /&gt;gok chu! po go shi por! om chong sa rang hae! haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;ooo! it's jus nice to wen you're near me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114786838311145922?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114786838311145922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114786838311145922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114786838311145922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114786838311145922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/05/wen-youre-with-me.html' title='wen you&apos;re with me..'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114345142122886095</id><published>2006-03-27T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:23:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's not tt i do not care, i juz don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;indifference is one of the most powerful tools; There are times when emotions are too  overwhelming to be put on display, and occasionally, a situation calls for more dignity. Indifference provides a shield of privacy behind which one is able to process her real emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i learnt this from the book you gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Take my nonchalance for unreasonableness, rudeness, my pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but dun expect me to shed my apathy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;provide me a sustenance at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;coz its has been e only thing holdin me tgh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;keepin these tears from fallin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114345142122886095?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114345142122886095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114345142122886095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114345142122886095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114345142122886095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-not-tt-i-do-not-care-i-juz-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114242958696403997</id><published>2006-03-15T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:11:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm living for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;loving for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna hold me back now,&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna stop me from loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minimoni's eva so wise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114242958696403997?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114242958696403997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114242958696403997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114242958696403997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114242958696403997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-living-for-moment-loving-for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114198694349744936</id><published>2006-03-10T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:46:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm being petty again,i noe.&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;i dunoe why either.&lt;br /&gt;You dun havta say sorry really,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not waiting for one either.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna make you say it&lt;br /&gt;juz so tt eth will be fine&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself to change..&lt;br /&gt;It's me, i noe&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114198694349744936?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114198694349744936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114198694349744936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114198694349744936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114198694349744936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-being-petty-againi-noe.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114121033434691567</id><published>2006-03-01T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:06:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a fact i've been denying, the truth i've been escaping from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but i won't delude myself any longer, you just don't love me as much as i'd like to believe you do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i think i can finally understand why you cld always just mention a break up like it neva meant ath to u to utter the words i so dread to hear, that you cld always just let me go and move on like nothing eva happened. I dun blame you for not loving me as much as i love you coz i was the one who made the decision to love with eth i had, to love with such naivety, reckon i can only agree with her now tt i'm really at the losin end. I know i shdn't expect you to place me above eth else, and i can't force you either, but it still hurts to noe you wldn't anyway. it's smt i'll juz havta accept i guess. it's difficult, but i'll havta work on my priorities now, deliberate on wad's really impt to me currently. i dunoe if i'm doin e right thing, seems shallow and superficia that i'm choosing to shift my focus away from you now only becoz i've finally accepted that you can't reciprocate my love.  i love u, i still do, nothing will eva change that. You taught me a painful lesson tday, but one that i really needed to learn. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i need to listen carefully, listen to wad my heart really has to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114121033434691567?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114121033434691567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114121033434691567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114121033434691567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114121033434691567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-fact-ive-been-denying-truth-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114091874584689006</id><published>2006-02-26T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:59:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my lovely fierce dancers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me the experience of a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i can really say that results are secondary,&lt;br /&gt;and that wad really matters is not the final result&lt;br /&gt;but the bitter-sweet journey we took to get there...&lt;br /&gt;i now know what it's like to look back and smile with pride not regret,&lt;br /&gt;to be able to say that we've clearly given our best and that there's clearly no room for regret.&lt;br /&gt;And i know that e past few months of intensely gruellin training were not for naught,&lt;br /&gt;coz i got you dancers in return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sarah.bimbo who's always there to comfort me wen i can't get certain steps rite,thanks for goin thru the rolls with me like dunoe how many zillion times,tracy too!,haha and tt crazy cindy who can't stop speakin chinese weneva she's nervous,you cheena pek! sim yi,i hope i gt your name rite,aka the china acrobat! and jelisa for updatin me on all the j1s gossips..the lovely sonja who wld push us gently on our splits,unlike scary sharon! hahah,and of course e smelly melly we all love to suan! naonao! the gal who eats like nobody's business you greedy pig! Ester with her blank lk,and blur moments! Geraldine the ultimate bimbo! eccentric charmaine with quirky habits like puttin your feet in the floor trap?!?! Audrey whom i learnt how to knit from! n tt big mouth hui qing who talks non-stop! thank you gals for redefining e word dance in my dictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-114091874584689006?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114091874584689006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114091874584689006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114091874584689006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114091874584689006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-my-lovely-fierce-dancers-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-114028943668767592</id><published>2006-02-19T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T03:06:57.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to the guy who picked sleep over me twice,thanks&lt;br /&gt;the cake n wiltin roses are only remains of my unappreciated effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;receipe for the first cake i eva made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;   1.2 hours of desperate search fr gelatin and nestle creme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;+ 0.2hours of unhelpful grunts from assistants of 3 diff outlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;+ 0.5hours of walkin under the hot sun with blocks of cheese,a tin of peaches,butter,boxes of digestive biscuits,lemon essense,aluminiun trays,and of course the gelatin and nestle creme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;+1.5hours of blendin the biscuits to make the base only to find out 4 hours later i added way too lil butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;+0.3hours of repetitive mixin of base wif loads more butter again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;+3.1hours of blendin the cheese wif sugar,gelatin,lemony,and creme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;+2.0hours of rapid coolin in the freezer to set the cake so tt i cld surprise you later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;= to a guy who chose sleep over me,foilin my pleasant surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy 18th birthday,and sweetdreams&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/11289620-114028943668767592?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/114028943668767592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=114028943668767592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114028943668767592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/114028943668767592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-guy-who-picked-sleep-over-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113904429983638413</id><published>2006-02-04T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:13:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Everything's fallin apart,and nothing's goin my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i've never felt more insignificant,more unwanted than now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;it juz seems like i'm nt needed anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I stood there by the sideline,watching the whirl of frantic frenzy pass me by,my invisible presence more obscured than eva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a tiring battle trying to fight back the tears that keep threatening to fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to put on my plastered smile and breeze through the gals with feigned happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;only to find myself crumble in seclusion at the end of it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i never knew playin e insignificant role would be this difficult..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-11289620.post-113897333539360923</id><published>2006-02-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:35:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;there are so many things i'd like to say to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so many things i wish u'd juz hear me say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i always thot you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;knew the special place you held in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;knew that u were not juz some other guy to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but the man who've come to mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;knew that my best smiles were reserved only for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;knew that i only felt the happiest weneva you were around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;knew that you were all i eva wanted,n all tt i cld eva ask for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i guess you wldn't noe then how much i really love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that the more i love you,the more afraid i am of losing you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i fear the day you'd have to leave me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;coz i noe that nothing will eva be the same again without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm sorry i wasn't aware of your insecurities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sorry that i never noticed e pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i juz wish u'd take me to your secret place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and reveal your inner thots to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i noe everyone needs their moment of solitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;a fraction of time they can call their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it's smt i've come to understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that sometimes,a lil time alone is probably the best therapy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;pardon my impatience, my ignorance, my inabilty to see beyond myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i was juz hurt you didn't wan to let me in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that you've chosen to exclude me in your world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but i'm still waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;waiting for that moment u'd open up to me eventually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i love you my lion,protector,you bo,weak green spoon worm,hairy monster,the king of my heart&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/11289620-113897333539360923?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113897333539360923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113897333539360923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113897333539360923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113897333539360923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-are-so-many-things-id-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113889320800142975</id><published>2006-02-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:17:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stars collided on me today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything juz went wrong tday,&lt;br /&gt;or most dreadfully known to many as the bad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bra strap juz snapped! like wth?!&lt;br /&gt;and i alr told you tt i really wanted to tie my hair,&lt;br /&gt;it's so friggin hot,besides, ive always been against gals who refused to tie their hair in school wen it's obviously dry alr,no offence,but ya,maybe i'm juz jealous of their long hair.but i've also alr explained to you tt mine's seriously outta shape,i juz had to tie it! lest i also wan mrs loh buggin at me! you dun get it&lt;br /&gt;i thot things cldn't hav been worse,but it took an ugly awful turn wen i lost my beat tday.maybe she juz decided to abandon me tday&lt;br /&gt;My timing was all over the place&lt;br /&gt;i fumbled,&lt;br /&gt;n he screamed&lt;br /&gt;n it seemed tt e more he screamed e more i fumbled,&lt;br /&gt;it was juz so diff tryin to gather my nerves back tgh and step in line wif the next routine noein tt in the last moment he juz friggin screamed his lungs out at me,and pretend tt i've escaped from his merciless scrutiny,and shove some annoyin broodin notion tt he's juz waitin fr me to commit my next mistake so he can scream some more aside n juz dance properly.&lt;br /&gt;i juz lost it tday,i swear i almost cried in fornt of him tday if nt fr my stubborn pride and wad lil dignity i had left to hold it all in..&lt;br /&gt;i walked out of dance tday with&lt;br /&gt;blisters covered feet,&lt;br /&gt;achin body,&lt;br /&gt;battered soul,&lt;br /&gt;a cut in my wounded self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you juz dun get it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113889320800142975?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113889320800142975/comments/default' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I didn't believe in angels,till i met you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A solitary walk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;with only the steadiness of my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;keepin in beat with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the passing breeze that blows my way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;lifting my hair in lingering moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;as she bids farewell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;reminding me tt i'm not alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;even in this solitary walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;but then you came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;into my little world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;held my hands and walked with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i felt your warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;like the loving touch of the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I breathed your scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;like the husky summer breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It felt so right to have you beside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;to know that i have you to break my fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and to pick me up wen i've fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i wasn't alone in this solitary walk anymore&lt;br /&gt;e day u walked into my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113784829244816108?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113784829244816108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113784829244816108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113784829244816108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113784829244816108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-didnt-believe-in-angelsuntill-i-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113784016283609026</id><published>2006-01-21T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T18:42:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You bo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ooo..u're nt like the rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;u're my sweet, loving, funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;adorable protector,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tt's why i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i'm ready! really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113784016283609026?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113784016283609026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113784016283609026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113784016283609026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113784016283609026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-bo.html' title='You bo'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113620734510879640</id><published>2006-01-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:09:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah!</title><content type='html'>ooo..&lt;br /&gt;om chong po go shi por!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113620734510879640?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113620734510879640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113620734510879640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113620734510879640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113620734510879640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2006/01/hahah.html' title='hahah!'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113566879118642912</id><published>2005-12-27T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:58:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes, i wonder if the queen upon her throne have bestowed her time too graciously and kindly on her subjects, and those who have come forth to receive her favours.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't need no words of advice from the advocates of the wise, or flattery from the suitors of fame.coz more often than not, it is not wad you hear that matters the most, but wad you feel, wad the heart truly desires...&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that she's not happy?&lt;br /&gt;i guess the king will never know that beneath it all,his queen may not necessarily be the happiest or most fortunate woman of all as he'd thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113566879118642912?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113566879118642912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113566879118642912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113566879118642912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113566879118642912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes-i-wonder-if-queen-upon-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113272460280987270</id><published>2005-11-24T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:43:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fleeting moments,&lt;br /&gt;Wary glances,&lt;br /&gt;Plastered smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Shallow breaths,&lt;br /&gt;palpitating heartbeats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel that long ago wen i'd steal glimpses of you,&lt;br /&gt;and find my eyes strayin to your profile..&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem that long ago wen u cld take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;and make my heart skip a beat just by glancin my way..&lt;br /&gt;and you still do, i still find my heart racing weneva i'm near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113272460280987270?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113272460280987270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113272460280987270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113272460280987270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113272460280987270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/11/fleeting-moments-wary-glances.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113215319392720245</id><published>2005-11-17T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:59:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barely hangin on</title><content type='html'>you get on my nerves so badly sometimes, i juz wanna scream!&lt;br /&gt;and as if tt's nt bad enuff, you step on my toes too?!?&lt;br /&gt;you push me over the edge, put my patience to the test!&lt;br /&gt;and it really doesn't help that you simply tick me off, piss me off, make my blood boil,&lt;br /&gt;the best part is, while i sit here fuming, frowning, crossed as i can possibly be,&lt;br /&gt;you probably haven't a single clue abt it, nt a teeny weeny one bit!&lt;br /&gt;So i'll juz put my smile back on once again!&lt;br /&gt;and pretend that every single emotion&lt;br /&gt;that juz flashed me by neva happened.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it's working,&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm still pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113215319392720245?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113215319392720245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113215319392720245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113215319392720245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113215319392720245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/11/barely-hangin-on.html' title='barely hangin on'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113204976760358303</id><published>2005-11-16T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:32:18.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your obscurity befuddles me</title><content type='html'>ya,so i decided to heed ur advice and do smt productive!&lt;br /&gt;i think you seriously suck! i neva get wad's on ur mind?! i neva do?! like wad're you thinking most of the time?! it frustrates me coz somehow,i dun think i'll eva noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder abt wad's beneath that disssemble of yours, often wonder abt how you can be so unfathomable and enigmatic sometimes. you enthral me, enchant me, captivate me and hold me spellbound under your spectacular masquerade. When will i eva be able to see you unadorned,and free from all these embellishments, concealments? i wanna see you in your unbriddled form,with nth to hide,nth to disguise,nth you're too afraid to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,a crack beneath that perfect facade reveals your saturnine,your skeptical disposition,your disdain with life. It scares me to see this scornful side of you, but it hurts me even more to know that you see your world bereft of hope, devoid of light, that naught but only dark, gloomy thoughts shroud ur mind, casting bleakness over your skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's moments like this, i hope you'll always remember that you can turn to me. pls do not shun me, but let me show you life's hope, give warmth to touch your hardened cords, and bring sunshine back into your darkness.&lt;br /&gt;you noe that i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113204976760358303?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113204976760358303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113204976760358303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113204976760358303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113204976760358303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-obscurity-befuddles-me.html' title='your obscurity befuddles me'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-113108277162486370</id><published>2005-11-05T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:39:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>I've almost forgotten what it felt like to be able to juz write,&lt;br /&gt;to let my words spin a tale of its own,&lt;br /&gt;and dance to a rythm of its own.&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten how it felt like to write without&lt;br /&gt;convictions,and clearly with no objectives,&lt;br /&gt;to cast inhibitions to the winds and&lt;br /&gt;to lose myself in a whirl of words.&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten how words had&lt;br /&gt;a magical compelling way of tellin a story,&lt;br /&gt;my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i were wiser,&lt;br /&gt;blessed with the learned minds&lt;br /&gt;of the wordly.&lt;br /&gt;Then,maybe,my story would have turned out differently,&lt;br /&gt;and words would have a different story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could have seen the way things would have turned out,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe,&lt;br /&gt;if i could turn back the hands of time,&lt;br /&gt;things would have turned out differently,&lt;br /&gt;and not the way it is today.&lt;br /&gt;Is this self-pity i sense?&lt;br /&gt;To wallow in this vicious trap,&lt;br /&gt;to dwell on stagnant grief, i fear.&lt;br /&gt;I want to move on,&lt;br /&gt;but the nightmares that lurk in the depths&lt;br /&gt;of my sub-conscious mind continues to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,i feel like as if i could move on&lt;br /&gt;but looking at you only refreshes the pain,&lt;br /&gt;the memories that i'm tryin so hard to conceal.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could have done something,&lt;br /&gt;but all these words only evince the real coward i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-113108277162486370?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/113108277162486370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=113108277162486370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113108277162486370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/113108277162486370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-112087813997536180</id><published>2005-07-10T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:02:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart has reasons that reason cannot know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-112087813997536180?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/112087813997536180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=112087813997536180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/112087813997536180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/112087813997536180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/07/heart-has-reasons-that-reason-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-112072369279499760</id><published>2005-07-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:08:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to liting</title><content type='html'>dear liting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such an interesting day. melvin didnt come to school. and we thought weewee didn't come either but in the end she did! junming refused to eat. maybe he's anorexic. and i'm so so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;but the most interesting thing of all.&lt;br /&gt;was that you got beaten up! you've even got a bleeding nose and a swollen lip to prove it. oh man. i was so scared and freaked out when you said 'blood!'. but even after you went to the toilet, me and weewee took a long time to register to go after you. oops. we're slow. cos weewee was distracted about someone else. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it was so scary. then there was blood on your shirt and everything! and we stood infront of the hand dryer for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to steal the 'cleaning in progress' sign so people wouldn't come in and see the total mess. bloody tissues all over. ew.&lt;br /&gt;hope you're feeling okay now.&lt;br /&gt;what an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-112072369279499760?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/112072369279499760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=112072369279499760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/112072369279499760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/112072369279499760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/07/letter-to-liting.html' title='letter to liting'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-112048508684733112</id><published>2005-07-05T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:51:26.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For everything there is a season, for every season a  plan...</title><content type='html'>Hav u eva wondered if things genuinely happened fr a reason? A reason so profound and obscured it requires patience as we wait for time to tell us a different story in a different light;a different perspective...If everything happens for a reason, what is that greater reason that we are all living for? Standing at the crossroads, was there a reason why i chose to turn right? was it the right path to choose so that i cld walk right into revelation and finally nirvana?  Could everything be happenin for a reason so tt  i cld finally arrive at my destination, my fate? So as i sit here contemplating fate, do i really take the back seat of my life, and let fate map out the day's route? my life's destiny? How much of life is really controlled by fate, that greater divine providence? i'm a fervent believer of fate, serendipty,but doesn't that also make me a faineant believer of whimiscal beliefs, lackin convictions in the evanescence and volatility of fate...&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-112048508684733112?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/112048508684733112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=112048508684733112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/112048508684733112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/112048508684733112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-everything-there-is-season-for.html' title='For everything there is a season, for every season a  plan...'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111969918987622859</id><published>2005-06-26T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T19:42:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>ok&lt;br /&gt;i haven much time left!&lt;br /&gt;so screwed!&lt;br /&gt;haha! oh! splendorous has juz been added to my list of fav words, along side wif quaint,serendipty,blah blah! it juz dawned on me how cute a word it is, yet you dun hear ppl spoutin if often enuff! so hear me go splendorous!&lt;br /&gt;hahah! well,i'm bloggin to appease my lullaby who apparently has nothin to read lately.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i can't tell u whether carbon dioxide is polar or nonpolar coz i obviously haven studied,&lt;br /&gt;and its killin me to noe tt i do nt really care tt i'm most probably goin to fail..gees,somebody save me..well,ive been thinkin abt some stuff lately,i think liying and i hav matured a lot...we're no longer screamin at each other,and arguin over petty stuff like''it's all ur fault tt we can't study tday!coz you fell aslp and refuse to wake up!" and we'll act hav such disputes everytime the exams are ard the corner,so much so tt we spend more time fightin,and pissin each other off than studyin really. I guess we both noe it's genuinely a waste of time instead...reckon tears and disagreements are clearly an episode of the past,coz now wen we sit tgh to mug,its laughter i hear ringin' and our cheery voices singin along to the hits while we attempt to study tgh...hahahaha..oh! and baby, thanks so much fr attemptin to keep me awake last nite, haha,u're definitely appreciated and cherished by me always!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111969918987622859?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111969918987622859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111969918987622859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111969918987622859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111969918987622859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/06/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111850425198427615</id><published>2005-06-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:37:31.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foreign</title><content type='html'>wow&lt;br /&gt;time really flies huh, cliche, hackneyed, but how true...lets recap on the most significant events tt hav taken place in the past god noes how many days,wks. hmm..had dance camp.&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy! fancy playin games at like 11plus in the night, we were covered in flour,chilli,blah,colgate!! at the end of it all...indian dance is fun! totally reminded me of the kc dance we learnt, we shd do an indian fusion someday! like seriously! gees, we share the same instructor as tjc as well! so wadeva we learn, tj learns them too,how interesting huh..&lt;br /&gt;Had a temasek site visit to the explosive and defence thingy at selatar camp.chachat place,was expectin some high tect laboratory shit,but oh well, maybe they forsee e place blowin up anyway,so why bother refurbishing..&lt;br /&gt;went out wif minimoni,baby see,and sarah.b tday! had a wacky time tgh&lt;br /&gt;took pics like crazy,i miss them really&lt;br /&gt;hahha, a day to commemorate and celebrate huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111850425198427615?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111850425198427615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111850425198427615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111850425198427615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111850425198427615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/06/foreign.html' title='foreign'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111693956744988498</id><published>2005-05-25T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:59:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired n bummed out..i seek fr nth more but ur comforting touch, n tt silent presense of urs tt offers me more than worthless mutters of emptry promises. I've been lkin fr answers in all the wrong places, so bent i am on makin' things happen, i hav forsaken the lil things that hav passed me by, missed opportunites of hope, and chance..teach me e true meanin of serendipity, show me fate in its glorious makin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111693956744988498?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111693956744988498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111693956744988498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111693956744988498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111693956744988498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/05/tired-n-bummed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111556434243754982</id><published>2005-05-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:19:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three wishes seem too little</title><content type='html'>If i were granted three wishes, i wld wish for the following&lt;br /&gt;1. cockroaches to be wiped out from the surface of this planet.&lt;br /&gt;2. ppl wif B.O juz steer clear of me&lt;br /&gt;3. Smokers shd lock themselves up in this non-ventilated capsule and suffocate themselve to death doubly fast being the smoker n passive smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was debating btwn calorie free chocolate and the smoker thingy,but decided to wish fr the benefit of the entire community instead,how noble of me. then again, i wld be savin a lot of ppl from heart diseases,obesity induced illnesses if calorie free choc existed, but nt me from my choc headaches ..dilemma..hahahah! gees i think i sound stoopid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111556434243754982?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111556434243754982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111556434243754982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111556434243754982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111556434243754982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-wishes-seem-too-little.html' title='three wishes seem too little'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111556275889045878</id><published>2005-05-09T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:32:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeyer</title><content type='html'>I HATE SCHOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111556275889045878?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111556275889045878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111556275889045878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111556275889045878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111556275889045878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/05/eeyer.html' title='eeyer'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111513121467861883</id><published>2005-05-04T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:40:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dee doo</title><content type='html'>Somebody set my compass workin again,coz i'm&lt;br /&gt;too disoriented,and lost in this tangled up mess of failure and unsuccessful attempts to change.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna lament further...it's useless anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111513121467861883?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111513121467861883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111513121467861883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111513121467861883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111513121467861883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/05/dee-doo.html' title='dee doo'/><author><name>Babylove</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11289620.post-111509627712285429</id><published>2005-05-03T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:57:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i am liting!&lt;br /&gt;today i have a flower in my hair. but i think i should get a new rubberband cos my flower attracts too much attention. my flower is purple. i feel sad cos i forgot to bring my gp essay. but it's okay because i have a friend called sarah who makes me happy! (vote #40!!) today is tuesday. waffle day! waffles are happy drugs.&lt;br /&gt;sarah is looking happy today. happy happy happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111509627712285429?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111509627712285429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111509627712285429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111509627712285429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111509627712285429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-i-am-liting-today-i-have-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111487703327171989</id><published>2005-04-30T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:03:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>Wen the sediments hav settled, and the muddled water cleared,&lt;br /&gt;i hope tt i'll be able to find you again.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day where you'll find me again ,and hoping you'll bring me back into your embrace is futile, lest i seek for you with an open heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111487703327171989?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111487703327171989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111487703327171989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111487703327171989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111487703327171989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/04/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111470603064740212</id><published>2005-04-29T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:33:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's written in the stars</title><content type='html'>i find myself indescribably at morbid peace wif myself&lt;br /&gt;amongst these rampant chaos of turbulent thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;A distant memory long forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;buried deep beneath these sediments tt hav gathered over time.&lt;br /&gt;A lost emotion cast aside, impalpable,n intangible to the&lt;br /&gt;incompetent heart.&lt;br /&gt;Incapable,and unseemly in touched wif my inner voice.&lt;br /&gt;can i really trust my feelings after all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111470603064740212?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111470603064740212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111470603064740212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111470603064740212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111470603064740212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-written-in-stars.html' title='It&apos;s written in the stars'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111322661042066947</id><published>2005-04-12T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:38:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are tears necessarily a sign of weakness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Today was not exactly the best day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A combination of a bad case of pms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;oppressive emotions tt seem to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;burden my already battered soul,and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;several other reasons tt i dun wanna mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;seem to hav gotten the better of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I guess tears are naturally a sign of weakness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and you juz can't stop them from falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;even if it spells failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Maybe, we need to be reminded and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;humbled occasionally to remember our&lt;br /&gt;vulnerabilities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and flaws.Maybe, he wanted to&lt;br /&gt;let us noe tt in our darkest nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;bitter sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;bleakest hope n when the heart simply&lt;br /&gt;has too much to bear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;he'll be there to&lt;br /&gt;lighten the mind,dry the tears,alleviate the soul.&lt;br /&gt;When one's heart is overwhelmed wif grief,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;some will overflow through the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;i guess the tears are here to let me noe&lt;br /&gt;that i can always turn to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111322661042066947?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111322661042066947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111322661042066947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111322661042066947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111322661042066947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/04/are-tears-necessarily-sign-of-weakness.html' title='Are tears necessarily a sign of weakness?'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111279721180813088</id><published>2005-04-07T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:20:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exasperated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Today i made an awfully embarrassing,but nonetheless fortunate discovery-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yue han is not derrick! and so is derrick not yue han!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111279721180813088?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111279721180813088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111279721180813088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111279721180813088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111279721180813088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/04/exasperated.html' title='exasperated'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111270097501826458</id><published>2005-04-06T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:37:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waffles</title><content type='html'>i think the way to stop wars&lt;br /&gt;and have world peace is to&lt;br /&gt;make everyone eat waffles.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;when you eat waffles.&lt;br /&gt;waffles make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah.B(my amnesia sufferin bimbo galfren)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111270097501826458?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111270097501826458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111270097501826458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111270097501826458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111270097501826458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/04/waffles.html' title='waffles'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111226363625960705</id><published>2005-04-01T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T18:07:16.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discern me</title><content type='html'>Silent solitude resides in the bottomless pit of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Immense sorrow, a resident of my empty vessel.&lt;br /&gt;My soul yearns to be touched again,&lt;br /&gt;to be able to feel my senses&lt;br /&gt;reignite the joys in me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111226363625960705?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111226363625960705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111226363625960705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111226363625960705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111226363625960705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/discern-me.html' title='Discern me'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111180874968360766</id><published>2005-03-27T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:52:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syndromes</title><content type='html'>There is a burning pain throbbing&lt;br /&gt;away on the left side of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Its eating away my sanity wif each&lt;br /&gt;passing second, and it seems like&lt;br /&gt;no amt of therapy is going to relieve&lt;br /&gt;this agony at my temple. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleepin late and waking&lt;br /&gt;up relatively early now, maybe it's&lt;br /&gt;juz a syndrome of inadequate rest.&lt;br /&gt;Usually i'll go back to sleep, but i haven&lt;br /&gt;been able to revisit my familiar haven&lt;br /&gt;of utopia as often as i wld like to lately.&lt;br /&gt;Often find myself in a dizzy stupor&lt;br /&gt;before my body can clock up my usual twelve hrs.&lt;br /&gt;I guess waking up at 6 for sch has jeopardized&lt;br /&gt;the sleepin routine i hav painstakingly crafted&lt;br /&gt;during the pathetic one wk hols;&lt;br /&gt;Short-lived, but blissfully-lived.&lt;br /&gt;I think blabbing nonsensical, intelligible trifles&lt;br /&gt;is another syndrome of insufficient rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111180874968360766?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111180874968360766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111180874968360766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111180874968360766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111180874968360766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/syndromes.html' title='Syndromes'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111133551206194031</id><published>2005-03-21T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:56:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exgfsflhlism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We'll be ponning;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So see us running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It'll be stunning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to see the teacher fuming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Away from lectures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Free from teachers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Spared from tortures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and all the vultures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hahahaha, we're seriously bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111133551206194031?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111133551206194031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111133551206194031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111133551206194031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111133551206194031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/exgfsflhlism.html' title='exgfsflhlism'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111133349113157898</id><published>2005-03-21T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:49:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Principal's Advocate</title><content type='html'>I seriously dread going to school,&lt;br /&gt;It's a place only for the fools.&lt;br /&gt;So why dun we add some fun,&lt;br /&gt;and throw out all the pun.&lt;br /&gt;Subtract the maths equations;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply the sensations.&lt;br /&gt;Why wldn't he stop to notice me?&lt;br /&gt;Day and night i wait by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll wait till the sun sets in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Coz he's the only one i'll eva see.&lt;br /&gt;You can give me the rest for free,&lt;br /&gt;but they'll never be as good as he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proudly presented to you by Sarah.B, MSEC, Lion&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha,we were bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111133349113157898?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111133349113157898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111133349113157898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111133349113157898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111133349113157898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/principals-advocate.html' title='The Principal&apos;s Advocate'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111112234664810676</id><published>2005-03-19T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:48:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarestar, clarestaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Clarestar, clarestar, my divine lttle star;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Oh, how you blow me away with your dazzlin little smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Clarestar, clarestar, wad a gorgeous being;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you give my monotonous life new meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Clarestar, clarestar, will you please say you're mine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;cos you're constantly on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Clarestar, clarestar, can't you see ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you're everything i'll eva need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i give credits to my divine lil star, for she's the essence of this corny inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111112234664810676?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111112234664810676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111112234664810676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111112234664810676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111112234664810676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/clarestar-clarestar.html' title='Clarestar, clarestaR'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111112130760382005</id><published>2005-03-19T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T12:48:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dun wanna be here</title><content type='html'>I hear the music blastin'.&lt;br /&gt;I hear my heart yellin'.&lt;br /&gt;I hear my brain screamin'.&lt;br /&gt;I hear my ears cryin' out to me coz&lt;br /&gt;all these bickerin' is killin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the sunrise yesterday,the rawest form of nature at its quintessential.&lt;br /&gt;Do i hear the birds sing their lovely duets with such admirable brio?&lt;br /&gt;The sky flaunt his enigma exotic blue? and the tropical heaven bask in her lush,rich green? If the sunrise was suppose to touch my hardened chords, it didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111112130760382005?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111112130760382005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111112130760382005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111112130760382005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111112130760382005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dun-wanna-be-here.html' title='I dun wanna be here'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111096839143666059</id><published>2005-03-17T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T10:01:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cradle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Discoveries awaits me every morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Revalations when night falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sacred it is, the cradle of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;that every mortal soul will find his divine truth solely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;in the journey of love, hate, happiness, and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My forlorn heart yearns for something more compelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;than what my daily perfunctory duties have to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My weary mind speaks of the wonders my senses have to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Please, fill my thirsty soul with the elixir of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and as i drink up surrealism, pray let it quench this insatiable desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;for i wish to seek no longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111096839143666059?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111096839143666059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111096839143666059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111096839143666059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111096839143666059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/cradle-of-life.html' title='Cradle of Life'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111096784019680924</id><published>2005-03-17T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:10:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So i'm hopelessly lost.Aimless and directionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I can feel the pent-up frustration in me, it's leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;me speechless with enigmatic confusion.I'm not fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i need a reason;an answer to my life.i don't wanna idle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;like a faintane for life's mystery to slowly unravel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;before my very eyes. i'm seeking.desperately searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;help me find my reason, my sole purpose,my divne being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If it's a desire created by you,why can't you satisfy it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and bring me salvation.Are you calling out to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;or am i calling out to you now?maybe a calvacade of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;coincidental events will tell me?will you just show me a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The world and time can pass me by,and i can feign nonchalance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but will tt make me any happier?i'm not happy,i'm not fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i think i'm calling out to you?do you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111096784019680924?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111096784019680924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111096784019680924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111096784019680924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111096784019680924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111073239554080912</id><published>2005-03-14T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:32:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If love is blind,then infatutaion must have robbed me of my sanity</title><content type='html'>I thought that we connect,&lt;br /&gt;that the chemistry's correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess all that changed,&lt;br /&gt;when you left me disarranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just get outta my sight,&lt;br /&gt;cause the feelings no longer right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prepare me a concoction,&lt;br /&gt;as i thirst for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from misery,&lt;br /&gt;while you're heading for disastery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will come where i'll depart with grace,&lt;br /&gt;and forget your fugly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm not copping out,&lt;br /&gt;i've simply woken up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111073239554080912?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111073239554080912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111073239554080912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111073239554080912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111073239554080912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-love-is-blindthen-infatutaion-must.html' title='If love is blind,then infatutaion must have robbed me of my sanity'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111061194809372142</id><published>2005-03-13T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:29:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday afternoon</title><content type='html'>Simple gestures of love&lt;br /&gt;can manifest in many profound ways.&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary smiles of bliss&lt;br /&gt;can warm the hearts in unfathomable means.&lt;br /&gt;Genuine words of concern&lt;br /&gt;can touch souls and bring deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt tributes of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;to thank the people who have taught me all of the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111061194809372142?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111061194809372142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111061194809372142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111061194809372142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111061194809372142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-afternoon.html' title='Saturday afternoon'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111054605587723063</id><published>2005-03-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:19:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I should have anticipated this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Should have seen it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But i was foolish enough to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the signs; the warnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Never again will i give so readily;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Never again will i trust so wilingly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Never again will i love so blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111054605587723063?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111054605587723063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111054605587723063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111054605587723063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111054605587723063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111052838156363273</id><published>2005-03-12T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:13:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shrouding clouds;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rustling leaves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Swaying branches;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Howling wind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The Rhythmic rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A lovely symphony of nature's majestic orchestra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Serenade me with your melodious tune, for i wish to seek solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Will the rain drown me of my misery, and ease this burning agony;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cleanse me of my emotions and hurtful memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Will the rain shower me with serenity, and calm my turbulent feelings;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Immerse me in tranquilty and peaceful harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Will the rain just breathe me life, and bring an end to my forlorn history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Revitalise my soul; Heal my wounds; Mend my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111052838156363273?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111052838156363273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111052838156363273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111052838156363273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111052838156363273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111046723460301867</id><published>2005-03-11T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:05:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My head feels unbelievably heavy, i'm exhausting practically every ounce of possibly aerobically respired energy juz to keep my head upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My neck, i swear is straining; i fear i may soon incur severe injury to my already brutally abused body from excessive exertion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My limbs, they seem foreign, unable to comprehend the language my brain converses in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&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/11289620-111046723460301867?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111046723460301867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111046723460301867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111046723460301867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111046723460301867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/chocolate-hangover.html' title='chocolate hangover'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111037207641013157</id><published>2005-03-10T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:13:51.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad chocolate headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;apprehension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;deliberation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;intensity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;amazement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;mortification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;consternation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;astonishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;infuriation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;wrathful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;irritation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;anguish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;agitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;angst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;numbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;cynical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;jaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;wearied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;self declared misantrohpe and emotional wreckage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111037207641013157?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111037207641013157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111037207641013157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111037207641013157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111037207641013157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/bad-chocolate-headache.html' title='Bad chocolate headache'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111028682171106317</id><published>2005-03-09T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:14:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perpetually late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So, i was late for school again, so much for punctuality being prioritized first in my resolutions' list! Mrs logan was commenting that she misses me at every morning assembly now, coz i'm perpetually tardy and that my presense would be greatly appreciated in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I fear procrastination is slowly climbing up the charts as well, if not, rather rapidly in fact.Pray i'll wake up early tmr morn to write my essays and tutorials coz i'm turning in for an early night, but something's telling me i'll wake up late and end up late for school again...hopelessly stuck in my self-induced malicious cycle. goodnight.sweetdreams.fergie.rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111028682171106317?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111028682171106317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111028682171106317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111028682171106317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111028682171106317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/perpetually-late.html' title='Perpetually late'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111020781929411666</id><published>2005-03-08T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:14:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As the night sings her soothing lullaby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;a hypnotic tune that entices me into her warm embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Redemption awaits me in my deep slumber;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;reprieve in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In my sleep, impervious to the harsh reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In my dreams, untouched by the cold truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111020781929411666?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111020781929411666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111020781929411666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111020781929411666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111020781929411666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/lady-of-night.html' title='Lady of the night'/><author><name>Babylove</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-11289620.post-111020624577370659</id><published>2005-03-08T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:16:42.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrealism in reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, i've always thought it weird to reveal my life's perilous journey of lessons learnt from pain, hurt and falls a little too explicit for my liking , but, oh hell, i'm still typing as we speak , guess this doesn't feel as bad as i expected it to be . and i think i'm suffering from writer's block at my very first attempt at blogging!! This is bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11289620-111020624577370659?l=surrealion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/feeds/111020624577370659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11289620&amp;postID=111020624577370659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111020624577370659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11289620/posts/default/111020624577370659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrealion.blogspot.com/2005/03/surrealism-in-reality.html' title='Surrealism in reality'/><author><name>Babylove</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>
