<?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-12784720</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:18:08.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antagonism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-7722210403542821205</id><published>2007-03-15T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:07:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa, so this is the first post after a trillion months lol&lt;br /&gt;just had a mystery test today damn my carrots were uncooked!-.-&lt;br /&gt;wad a spoiler nehneh RAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im down to my last 2 weeks of proper school&lt;br /&gt;headed down to the oriental yday for an interview&lt;br /&gt;i went there WITHOUT my IC so the extremely POLITE security lady didn leet me in&lt;br /&gt;mum had to rush down with my IC heh&lt;br /&gt;i know im sucha spoilt brat sometimes&lt;br /&gt;especially since school started&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get the job, if not i really wouldnt know where to head to&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. anyone has any contacts with people in the hotel line?&lt;br /&gt;the ones i wanna try are all full, no more vacancy&lt;br /&gt;conrad, marina mandarin, copthorne waterfront blablablabla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been meeting noone but my mum cuz my hours are like so irregular&lt;br /&gt;my hols are startin 6th april to 15th!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY! MEET UP!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for a short trip or something, anyone interested? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-7722210403542821205?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/7722210403542821205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=7722210403542821205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/7722210403542821205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/7722210403542821205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2007/03/whoa-so-this-is-first-post-after.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-117154406983127332</id><published>2007-02-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:54:29.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>absolutely wanted to blog but!&lt;br /&gt;i think my brain just messed its contents up, so there&lt;br /&gt;im speechless, as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers for all who're officially free from the term 'school'&lt;br /&gt;people my batch/level/age have graduated and im still in the 2nd month of school RAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of age, i cant believe im hitting the two's in a few hours time&lt;br /&gt;i barely even look 18! &lt;a href="mailto:&amp;@^@#^%$"&gt;&amp;amp;@^@#^%$&lt;/a&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;and having to spend this coming day never felt this dreadful&lt;br /&gt;have never really enjoyed birthdays, not my own&lt;br /&gt;its like aniticipation then repulsion like ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought they're supposed to make u feel special?&lt;br /&gt;that, i totally do not understand and totally disagree&lt;br /&gt;i think they make u feel worse than u do, worse than u should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, so much for a messed up brain&lt;br /&gt;i actually blogged quite ABIT. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, ciaociao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-117154406983127332?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/117154406983127332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=117154406983127332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/117154406983127332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/117154406983127332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2007/02/absolutely-wanted-to-blog-but-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-117021476142617028</id><published>2007-01-31T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:39:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so things have been going pretty smoothly for me&lt;br /&gt;the days at least i think&lt;br /&gt;all i do is blink and ta daa, its the third week alr&lt;br /&gt;good for me, making friends haven felt easier&lt;br /&gt;cuz thankfully, theyre almost all a pretty nice bunch&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST&lt;br /&gt;(thats excluding the ridiculous uncle whom i really wanted to kill)&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT to be trifled with ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, CNY's coming&lt;br /&gt;which spells a short break for everyone haha&lt;br /&gt;including myself duh&lt;br /&gt;cant wait cant wait cant wait&lt;br /&gt;the mrt rides all the way to the west is killing me slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH, lessons again later at 2&lt;br /&gt;i shall go show that uncle wad im made of!&lt;br /&gt;i am woman! hear me ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-117021476142617028?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/117021476142617028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=117021476142617028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/117021476142617028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/117021476142617028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-things-have-been-going-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-116904224595665963</id><published>2007-01-17T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:57:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so its the 4th school day tmr and after 3 days of school i realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm gonna have practical tests every week&lt;br /&gt;- ive to start waking up at 6 in the morning ON MY OWN&lt;br /&gt;- ive to squeeze on the super packed train with tons of ppl (not to mention the @!$#^%@^ ones)&lt;br /&gt;- the damn ride is almost an hour long&lt;br /&gt;- 80% of my coursemates belong to the male species&lt;br /&gt;- out of the 7 female, 3 are above 30 and married with kids while 3 are my species(if u know wad i mean) while the other is well, 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i actually have many other points but i figured if i continue listing,&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably have to list at least 20 more lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im amazed that i haven taken a single cab this week&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its too far for me to even imagine the fare&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats one of the more positive thing since school heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this's also the first time im in a class with guys 30 years my senior&lt;br /&gt;theyre older than my mum!&lt;br /&gt;not that its anything bad really, just felt odd u know&lt;br /&gt;having a 'father' sort of figure being ur partner&lt;br /&gt;learning together and well, teaching each other the itsy bitsy stuff&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its just me and my senstive self u know,&lt;br /&gt;just like how i freaked out before the whole school thing started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting better at least&lt;br /&gt;not as bad as i imagined&lt;br /&gt;pieces falling into place&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait to get my chef jacket on fri!!!!!! hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;though its really just a uniform practically anyone use in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;still, im just excited cancancancancan lol&lt;br /&gt;wah, with the super rock-hard safety shoes&lt;br /&gt;i'll look like a factory auntie hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall take a pic of my uniform tmr(polo tee and pants la)&lt;br /&gt;cuz ken said i look like shit in them&lt;br /&gt;but i actually kinda think theyre ok?&lt;br /&gt;argh whatever haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr people (thats if ANYONE even reads this still)&lt;br /&gt;this blog is so dead its sad haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-116904224595665963?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/116904224595665963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=116904224595665963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/116904224595665963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/116904224595665963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-its-4th-school-day-tmr-and-after-3.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-116852038187065278</id><published>2007-01-11T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:59:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh! ive been so damn angsty the past two days&lt;br /&gt;been gettin pissed over the slightest thing right down to the dumb weather&lt;br /&gt;though i still think im not wrong with whatever i was pissed about, hmmm&lt;br /&gt;then again, for someone as hot-tempered and self-righteous as i&lt;br /&gt;nothings quite right nor wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its all the anxiety thats raging my incredible hormones&lt;br /&gt;so much so that even my mum is giving in to me&lt;br /&gt;now thats rare and it only goes to show how snappy i am&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in like wad? 3 more days?&lt;br /&gt;after 2 whole years of not getting involved with ANY educational system NOR school&lt;br /&gt;plus, the activity 'social' hasnt exactly been on my to-do list of late&lt;br /&gt;what can be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just got my tt yday&lt;br /&gt;ive school from mondays to SATURDAYS&lt;br /&gt;8 to bloody 6 on saturdays somemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could just be me but yeah, i feel like a pri school kid&lt;br /&gt;its screwing my head more than anything else&lt;br /&gt;NIAK! RAH! BAH! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, its been like 2 months since i blogged&lt;br /&gt;haha. my last entry was like last year?&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should start again i think. hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-116852038187065278?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/116852038187065278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=116852038187065278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/116852038187065278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/116852038187065278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2007/01/rahh-ive-been-so-damn-angsty-past-two.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-116252592467986469</id><published>2006-11-03T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:52:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its not supposed to feel like this isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;i mean put aside the grief and tension, why do i feel stress and pressure too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not as though anyone's expecting something from me&lt;br /&gt;what can they anyway?&lt;br /&gt;it just never felt this awkward and stressful talking to/being around her&lt;br /&gt;a slight slip of the tongue and god knows what will happen&lt;br /&gt;she's been so nice, nicest to me i must say&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing left to do but watch as everything starts to move in fastforward mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wouldve even imagined this?&lt;br /&gt;just starts the damn fear in me&lt;br /&gt;fear for the effects of this vicious cycle&lt;br /&gt;which is sick even for the mind to think about&lt;br /&gt;niak! what a disgusting entry for the morning&lt;br /&gt;but this happens when ure at a lost for what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinkin of all sorts of possibilities just because of my own definition of helpless&lt;br /&gt;what should she be thinking of then?&lt;br /&gt;i dare not even try answering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate to see you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lying there in that position&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's things you need to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So turn off your tears and listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love turns the whole thing around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No it won't all go the way it should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i know the heart of life is good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's nothing new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad news never had good timing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the circle of your friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will defend the silver lining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love turns the whole thing around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No it won't all go the way it should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i know the heart of life is good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john mayer - heart of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note&lt;br /&gt;i think john mayer's new album is getting to me&lt;br /&gt;im starting to really really like it&lt;br /&gt;fight fire with fire, blues with blues&lt;br /&gt;ok not exactly but theyre just quite damn good&lt;br /&gt;classic? maybe. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-116252592467986469?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/116252592467986469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=116252592467986469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/116252592467986469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/116252592467986469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-supposed-to-feel-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115970901644487430</id><published>2006-10-01T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:23:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yet another month&lt;br /&gt;is monotony the new in or something?&lt;br /&gt;rah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just this affected at the end of the month&lt;br /&gt;realising that another wretched 30 odd days just said bye&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many i'll actually get to waste like that&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like stepping out to meet more people&lt;br /&gt;but when like its the arranged-time to meet,&lt;br /&gt;the hungry lethargicbug starts eating me up&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i do is mj, mj and mj for my offs&lt;br /&gt;thats absolutely productive and constructive isnt it =/&lt;br /&gt;to the extent whereby i feel like i cant see people here anymore&lt;br /&gt;hello there! where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomrandomrandom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saphila, so goot ah you&lt;br /&gt;go nippon see many many nihon-jin ah&lt;br /&gt;maybe can bring back bb style nihon-jin bf?!&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats abit the difficult but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;youre going to ri ben! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ken, i'll really appreciate it if u DO NOT call me by my chi name&lt;br /&gt;ThankYouVeryMuch&lt;br /&gt;hahaha blog alr laaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaejaejae, geor is doing exactly like the above&lt;br /&gt;random, ridiculous and most importantly boring&lt;br /&gt;haiyo, i hope ure having a better time aye&lt;br /&gt;and yes, (i dont normally do this, really)&lt;br /&gt;geor misses you. really la&lt;br /&gt;not entertaining u or whatever&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet another mj session tmr&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to it seriously&lt;br /&gt;cuz its the only thing i do that requires my brain to work, nowadays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115970901644487430?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115970901644487430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115970901644487430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115970901644487430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115970901644487430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-another-month-is-monotony-new-in.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115816674079998910</id><published>2006-09-14T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:59:00.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this's quite cool bloggin using my phone. Lol. Ok, i know i'm sucha sua gu. Alright, after some not-so-cheap thrill, i sld go sleep. Night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115816674079998910?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115816674079998910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115816674079998910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115816674079998910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115816674079998910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/09/thiss-quite-cool-bloggin-using-my.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115770630902828083</id><published>2006-09-08T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:05:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is boredom at its climax/peak whatever&lt;br /&gt;boredom maximus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like finally getting a WEEKEND off day pls&lt;br /&gt;ah, feels heavenly even before the day itself is here lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i sld go get new earphones/headphones&lt;br /&gt;whichever impresses me later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what exactly is boredom?&lt;br /&gt;with monotony working its way into everyday&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115763803653427430</id><published>2006-09-07T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:07:16.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this feels kinda foreign&lt;br /&gt;im always flooded with things to blog about whenever im out&lt;br /&gt;but when i get down to it, can never quite get it out like i used to&lt;br /&gt;vapourised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with some people on monday&lt;br /&gt;it came to me as a rather odd mix,&lt;br /&gt;without the usuals who help neutralise the awkwardness&lt;br /&gt;i must mention this before i go though, im pretty extreme when i feel weird&lt;br /&gt;its either autistic(ok, perhaps just being alot quieter than usual)&lt;br /&gt;or ill just blabber on and on about absolute rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this case, i went on like a machine gun operated by a 7yr old&lt;br /&gt;bangbangbang&lt;br /&gt;shootshootshoot&lt;br /&gt;all numb with my nonsense way beforehand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i finally had a somewhat decent conversation with someone&lt;br /&gt;it felt good, of course&lt;br /&gt;having drifted so far apart over something i still cant quite put a finger to&lt;br /&gt;i never dared bring up anything that quite requires the use of past tenses&lt;br /&gt;i mean, of cuz nothing of the past bugs me(not regarding alot at least)&lt;br /&gt;but it just felt like thats where the line sld be drawn&lt;br /&gt;lest i retardedly spout rubbish once more, like i always do-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point is it felt good, it feels good&lt;br /&gt;not that im sure she isnt pissed with me anymore&lt;br /&gt;not that im sure i wouldnt remind her of stuffs she was tryin to forget&lt;br /&gt;not that im sure the pricks arent there anymore(ok, actually i know its still there)&lt;br /&gt;but its a good start, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bag full of emotions when i realised she was pissed&lt;br /&gt;like 'huh?!', then comes anger and more 'huhs' finally with a tinge of regret&lt;br /&gt;i mean i may appear like it didnt matter&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps it really didnt/doesnt matter to anyone but it did, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, she was a close friend&lt;br /&gt;someone i could relate to, stuffs like that&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i barely have any so-called goodfriends&lt;br /&gt;even if i do, most of the time, it feels more like a one-sided thing&lt;br /&gt;(goodness! now im making it all sound so weird, again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i really really wanna apologise to someone&lt;br /&gt;perhaps my absence meant nothing but its still buggin me&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt even get to wish u a happy birthday ah&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even send u off-.-&lt;br /&gt;maybe after reading this, u can kinda tell how insignificant a person i think i am right?&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully you get what im trying to say&lt;br /&gt;confusing? yeah i think so too&lt;br /&gt;haiya im just seriously sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. this is the reason why i cant seem to get anything on this blog&lt;br /&gt;cuz it all seems so trivial, so frivolous, so unsincere, so artificial but nah&lt;br /&gt;i shant delete this again&lt;br /&gt;its better to have something boring to occupy this space than nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;so, happy getting bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115763803653427430?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115763803653427430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so ive been missing from the virtual world for quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;been working for my mum and hey, it isnt that bad&lt;br /&gt;besides the extremely early mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean yeah, all along ive shared a close r/s with the mother&lt;br /&gt;but its somewhat different and better since working for her&lt;br /&gt;though i have to admit we sorta argue more regularly now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, something that happened lately got me started on this whole&lt;br /&gt;bonding-with-the-family thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just curious, do we really respect the aged or&lt;br /&gt;is it only cuz we're afraid of all the guilt and regrets that'll come along with their death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon be honest, majority of us cannot tolerate the incessant nagging&lt;br /&gt;though we all know well enough that its all for the better&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i sldnt start, if not ill never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i cant believe i can get nonsense like this, happening now&lt;br /&gt;its so funny i cant help laughing&lt;br /&gt;its bringing back the shadows of the sec-school geor lol&lt;br /&gt;nvm, its so stupid its not even worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hermit geor, this is bad&lt;br /&gt;i will try start meeting the world soon, im sorry-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to birks or not to birks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiyo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115504334481326716?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115504334481326716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115504334481326716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115504334481326716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115504334481326716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-so-ive-been-missing-from-virtual.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115349860996346010</id><published>2006-07-22T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:20:58.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyo, why when i publish the previous entry&lt;br /&gt;the july 9th entry pop out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no yx, im not adapting the bloggin system from MOU MOU blog&lt;br /&gt;thats pure accident! hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did that entry awhile ago, i couldnt get it published properly&lt;br /&gt;and now it decided to pop outta nowhere-.-&lt;br /&gt;SPLENDID hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i think the quiz is QUITE true&lt;br /&gt;hah! i think.. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, it still looks rather screwed so yeah&lt;br /&gt;whatever la rah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i forgot this,&lt;br /&gt;ive this new thing bout coming home before the sun goes home&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of the night yo! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bullshit ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115349860996346010?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115349860996346010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115349860996346010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115349860996346010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115349860996346010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/07/aiyo-why-when-i-publish-previous-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115349799321259960</id><published>2006-07-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:06:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i feel huge-ass generous today i bet&lt;br /&gt;haha but it always pays to make people around feel loved yoyoyo&lt;br /&gt;never fails to make your day&lt;br /&gt;but then the next u feel the huge pinch and sympathy, for yourself-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya, i had so much to talk about&lt;br /&gt;and now im dry on what to blog&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we know why i haven been blogging&lt;br /&gt;RAH, maybe tmr will be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115349799321259960?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115349799321259960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115349799321259960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115349799321259960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115349799321259960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-i-feel-huge-ass-generous-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115242542281561707</id><published>2006-07-09T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:14:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/dreaming-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this worldSo much so that you tend to live in your head most of the timeYou have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/" &lt;/a&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115242542281561707?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115242542281561707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115242542281561707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115242542281561707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115242542281561707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-dreaming-soulyour-vivid.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115217487068441075</id><published>2006-07-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:41:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night my granny made us some bee hoon for dinner&lt;br /&gt;i took my plate and went to the wok,&lt;br /&gt;carefully picking this particular 'thing' onto my plate alongside the bee hoon&lt;br /&gt;it was like my all-time favourite and i haven eaten it for ages&lt;br /&gt;happily eating at the dinnertable, i saved the 'thing' for last&lt;br /&gt;works the same as the damn 'save the best for last' theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for saving it, i didnt even touch it after the first bite&lt;br /&gt;and no, dont get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;this entry, after such a long time, isnt about my irrelevant eating habits&lt;br /&gt;more like it made me realise something which i think i need to keep a record of&lt;br /&gt;well, just in case i forget, like i always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always having wanting something, increases the value of it IN OUR HEAD&lt;br /&gt;even though it may very well be diminishing at an astonishing rate OUT OF IT&lt;br /&gt;we've just paid too much attention to the 'desire'&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the process of which we went through to wait and finally have it&lt;br /&gt;that we keep a blind eye to whether it is still as important&lt;br /&gt;so when we get it, it the other way around cuz the desire for it is long gone&lt;br /&gt;we just owe the rush-to-the-head and joy to our efforts for waiting, pulling off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds amazingly boring i know haha&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of a chestnut hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, its chestnut i was talking about&lt;br /&gt;but no, im not that crazy about it, just a REFERENCE&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, got tagged by SAPHILA yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Livejournal (or blog) along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to in absolute random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sergio Mendes feat. Black Eyed Peas - Mas Que Nada&lt;br /&gt;2. Sergio Mendes - Never Gonna Let You Go&lt;br /&gt;3. Corrine Bailey Rae - Like A Star&lt;br /&gt;4. Bright Eyes - No Lies, Just Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Jack Johnson - Fortunate Fool&lt;br /&gt;6. Mae - Tisbury Lane&lt;br /&gt;7. 杨千嬅 - 有过去的女人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i dont normally do tags man&lt;br /&gt;but this one's easy and anyway&lt;br /&gt;i honestly think that actually 7 isnt enough&lt;br /&gt;like 'HELLO' how to choose TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im a kind soul so im not gonna tag anyone&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe one la, MY SIS&lt;br /&gt;HAH! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, what a long and dead entry&lt;br /&gt;whats new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115217487068441075?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115217487068441075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115217487068441075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115217487068441075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115217487068441075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night-my-granny-made-us-some-bee.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-115087154931795017</id><published>2006-06-21T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:32:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cannonballed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-115087154931795017?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/115087154931795017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=115087154931795017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115087154931795017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/115087154931795017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/06/cannonballed.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114941606652607654</id><published>2006-06-04T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:14:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it takes only ten mins of having nothing to do in the van&lt;br /&gt;with the engines off while letting me sleep a lil more before i leave for work&lt;br /&gt;staring at cd covers and occasionally, at me,&lt;br /&gt;to remind me of exactly how much she loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mum&lt;br /&gt;though i admit she's the reason behind my swearing and cursing sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but still, HAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, ive vanished for awhile&lt;br /&gt;work yo people, WORK&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention MY original lazy genes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, coming online has been quite a chore for me&lt;br /&gt;elaborations arent necessary so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been going quite smoothly for me i guess&lt;br /&gt;as long as i put it outta the picture&lt;br /&gt;whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for redang&lt;br /&gt;i want a holiday&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait for school to start&lt;br /&gt;though i still have 6 months to it&lt;br /&gt;dreadful 6 months but oh well&lt;br /&gt;at least its 6 months =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114941606652607654?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114941606652607654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114941606652607654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114941606652607654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114941606652607654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-takes-only-ten-mins-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114745819229000185</id><published>2006-05-13T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:29:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently in 'tisbury lane' mood&lt;br /&gt;the guitars are playing directly off my heart strings&lt;br /&gt;and the song my sis just played on her phone for me isnt helping either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling rather off track all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;like its all sinking in once again&lt;br /&gt;whats sinking in, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;just overwhelmed by such feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing feels too hard to shy from&lt;br /&gt;when you have words to build your facade upon&lt;br /&gt;and a face as your most lethal weapon, most effective armor&lt;br /&gt;against all the monstrousity around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it fcuking sucks to always be a damn shadow&lt;br /&gt;we all breathe the same air of a stench,&lt;br /&gt;stand on the same land of mines&lt;br /&gt;but why is geor always given the blind treatment&lt;br /&gt;and noone sees just who she is&lt;br /&gt;she's just a cover of many many people around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, thanks for all the attention man,&lt;br /&gt;if thats what i deserve then i'd rather do without em&lt;br /&gt;i believe ill feel more of my own presence that way&lt;br /&gt;i really will, it'll be easier to convince myself at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She greets the day with her hair wet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She asks them to vacate the building&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because she's got a plan they don't know yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if it goes wrong, there'll be no one to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If she could just get the word out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God knows she's trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're watching her with eyes closed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's always stuck with the old route&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does anyone knock when they barge in to beat her down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you come back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one can know just how she feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She won't use the phone, she's too tired to pick it up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's going back to the old way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sits in the classroom to learn with the others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you come back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She lives on Tisbury Lane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tisbury lane - mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114745819229000185?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114745819229000185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114745819229000185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114745819229000185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114745819229000185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/05/currently-in-tisbury-lane-mood-guitars.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114736626989658781</id><published>2006-05-12T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:56:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey Elizabeth I'm just a peasant school boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've been waiting a long time to hold your hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or something like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a soldier and I'm not a king,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can play a mean guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can talk to me about almost anything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without worrying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm standing in my tin foil armor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dollar store broad sword is by your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And did Ronald break your heart when he called you ugly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And can I hold your arm?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello kelly - paper bag princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some of the cutest lyrics ive heard in ages&lt;br /&gt;hahaha its stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work has started at www&lt;br /&gt;isnt exactly what i'd expect but aint too bad either&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i know im hell fussy. sorry&lt;br /&gt;and ive lost the fill-in-the-blanks to blog&lt;br /&gt;oh man. im random nvm&lt;br /&gt;when it all comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and my dog looks like a white mice now-.-&lt;br /&gt;except for his bigger ears and longer legs&lt;br /&gt;hahaha 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title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114711033767600455</id><published>2006-05-09T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:45:37.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geor is in her very own summer&lt;br /&gt;her moods has their very own seasons too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was winter way back, cold and all&lt;br /&gt;then came spring, wasnt all that pretty cuz of DAMN global warming.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, geor's moods are affected by global warming too. HAR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope summer stays for good, at least long enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so WWW did call me in the end!&lt;br /&gt;HAR! i cant even tell how relieved i am now really&lt;br /&gt;alls good the way it seems and im happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI3 tmr yo and new glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;contentment never came this easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;satisfaction never this overwhelming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just can wait to get over these awkward moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ones i know thatre still there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114711033767600455?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114711033767600455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just done with the durians i bought home awhile ago&lt;br /&gt;and to all those who doesnt appreciate durians,&lt;br /&gt;YOURE REALLY MISSING OUT YO&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for MI3 with the mum next week&lt;br /&gt;i was actually really tempted to see it yday with ken&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, i promised me mum i'll watch it with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redang this june!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just hope everything pulls through and not, burst like bubbles&lt;br /&gt;really hope miss XIANG can go though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading this book yday&lt;br /&gt;'the vindication of the rights of woman' hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then it suddenly dawned on me while serving coffee yday that i personally am quite a sexist too. ok not sexist, wrong word, but im like quite typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was serving a coffee and a tea to this couple. before i placed it on the table, i was wondering 'hey, the guy must be having the coffee and the lady, tea' apparently i was wrong. just had the mindset that coffee is something stronger thus, the guy having it while tea, the lady. yeahyeahyeah, what sorta crap theory aye? hahaha. but it just caught me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the point is they laugh at what you say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i dont need no carrying on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man&lt;br /&gt;clear blue skies, fluffy white clouds and a scorching hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;what my days are made of right about now&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask?&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woops, itunes is mad and hyper tonight&lt;br /&gt;hot hot heat now yo&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk to me, dance with me here in the spotlight girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk to me, dance with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;youre the spotlight girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114675527314833855?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114675527314833855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>booksbooksbooks&lt;br /&gt;lunchlunchlunch&lt;br /&gt;joycelynhojoycelynhojoycelynho&lt;br /&gt;speakersspeakersspeakers&lt;br /&gt;not to mention toilettoilettoilet too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha pardon me but i just feel like typing in threes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neil gaiman ive long heard&lt;br /&gt;now its time to read for myself to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exceptionally perky! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i missed work today as usual. damn&lt;br /&gt;gonna get hell from the unbelievable woman later im sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been singing the whole time at home today!&lt;br /&gt;somethings wrong with the brain&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114649170965931580?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114642627008198447</id><published>2006-05-01T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:39:01.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shouldve known and trusted my instincts&lt;br /&gt;but everyone has a cow side i guess&lt;br /&gt;mine chose to surface at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;removed the previous entry&lt;br /&gt;it. just. sounded. too. impulsive. for. my. own. good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the severity of this whole issue on my side of the story has been overlooked since day one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers people cheers&lt;br /&gt;all that you guysve been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;finito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where i draw the line of retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouchouchouchouchouch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114637708118875800</id><published>2006-04-30T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:14:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had this really regular customer leaving last night&lt;br /&gt;miss cynthia we call her&lt;br /&gt;she's the nicest thing around, at least for as long as i worked&lt;br /&gt;apparently she's going home, back to the states, for good&lt;br /&gt;i felt quite damn sad though&lt;br /&gt;i mean we all were, xixi(LOL) and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised miss j's leaving sometime in aug too-.-&lt;br /&gt;though its rather different but HEY!&lt;br /&gt;ive never had a close friend leave, yet.&lt;br /&gt;yes j, geor sees u as a close friend. hows that.&lt;br /&gt;oh well =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geor is too emotional for her own good, on all sorta stuff&lt;br /&gt;whoa, just where the heck do all these energy come from man&lt;br /&gt;but i think it makes me more sensitive, not over-sensitive i hope lol&lt;br /&gt;people like me are best not left alone&lt;br /&gt;cuz they need an outlet for all the affections inside&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk. perhaps i sld just shower em on me dog hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok that sounded kinda depressing. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people but im lazy to type em all out&lt;br /&gt;guess who? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and my sis is blowing bubbles&lt;br /&gt;now the whole house is filled with em hahaha&lt;br /&gt;bubbles oh bubbles&lt;br /&gt;see how they burst at touch and&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but think of all the if only's&lt;br /&gt;woooooo. feel the love yo.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at u, fleeing to the otherside&lt;br /&gt;aint no reason to hide&lt;br /&gt;i shock at the way u handle it&lt;br /&gt;cuz girl you can have it so much better&lt;br /&gt;by choosing to look at things from a different light&lt;br /&gt;friends, such a big and pretty word&lt;br /&gt;im satisfied with it, seriously&lt;br /&gt;whats the point in making something as simple so complicated right?&lt;br /&gt;chill with it la&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cramps are such bitches&lt;br /&gt;they ought to be shot and thrown into exile&lt;br /&gt;then again, they come back every month-.-&lt;br /&gt;gah, i want speakers!&lt;br /&gt;random at its height once again&lt;br /&gt;heh -pokes whoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114637708118875800?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114637708118875800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;醒来只有我一个人&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;分不清黄昏或清晨&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;空气微冷有甚么在流逝 慢慢降温&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;一颗心往下沉 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;毕竟只是太短的梦&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;彼此终于退回陌生&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我加上你两个人并不等于我们&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你想我吗 会偶尔想我吗&lt;br /&gt;是这样吗 飞扬的会落下&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗 如果诚实回答&lt;br /&gt;可是爱也不是解答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你知道吗 我心快要溶化&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是这样吗 压抑的会爆发&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗 爱我就懂我吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;告诉我善意的谎话&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;告诉我善意的谎话&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;好让我相信我不是太傻&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;王力宏 - 两个人并不等于我们&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a sad lil song on a quiet friday night&lt;br /&gt;OH. my line is cut!!!&lt;br /&gt;gah. means no outgoing calls nor sms -.-&lt;br /&gt;want my life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there goes my pay for this month&lt;br /&gt;SPLENDID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eradicate the optimism geor&lt;br /&gt;ok, theres not any left actually hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so thats a good thing&lt;br /&gt;www hasnt called me&lt;br /&gt;is that a sign? im sadded. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat wouldnt stop being a bitch and im coughing my lungs out so i think i sld just head to bed. or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114624434009098251?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114624434009098251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>facing the music&lt;br /&gt;barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114616200051728624?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114616200051728624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114616200051728624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114616200051728624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114616200051728624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im absolutely dry on what to blog about&lt;br /&gt;im just wasting this space&lt;br /&gt;cuz its mineminemineminemine.&lt;br /&gt;HMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suave?&lt;br /&gt;yeah right j, SURE&lt;br /&gt;haha. lovelove still though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep it all to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im keepin it all to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114615676404432305?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114615676404432305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114615676404432305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114615676404432305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114615676404432305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/somewhat-smooth-day-with-lil-hiccups.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114606741953297547</id><published>2006-04-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:07:38.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>though you try your best to stay afloat,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u just cant help but find all efforts seemingly futile against the world, when youre alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was actually good in all&lt;br /&gt;but mother just had to wreck it&lt;br /&gt;she has no idea how big an impact her words have on me&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that she's just saying em outta pms or whatever&lt;br /&gt;im heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at the height of my randomness&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly im having heart spasms&lt;br /&gt;great. all at a time. WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back and forth that voice of yours keeps me up at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me search to find the words that eat you up inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go side to side like the wildest tides in your hurricane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I only hide what is on my mind because I can't explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I do love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I don't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd have to lose everything just to find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I do love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd have to lose everything just to find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's my turn this solo burn so throw me in the fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trophies earned and lessons learned, my wicked little lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can pave new roads with the cold creed stones,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wind them through the pines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I stay or should I go alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot decide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foo fighters - what if i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks the 64th&lt;br /&gt;i hope itll all stop at the 100th&lt;br /&gt;slightly more than a month left, geor you can do it&lt;br /&gt;i mean, u dont really have a choice do u?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm no, u dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114606741953297547?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114598592348370001</id><published>2006-04-26T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:25:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today mustve been one the worse day by far&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe the extent it went but yeah&lt;br /&gt;i need to like do something about my luck!&lt;br /&gt;pantang! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supression's the new in!&lt;br /&gt;i deserve the best actress award man.&lt;br /&gt;supporting actress though, never the main nor lead&lt;br /&gt;thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why ive this uber strong gut feeling that i wouldnt get the job tmr. hmmm. lady luck have just been missing me so much lately, i dont even dare to think about it. its ok geor, if they dont take you, ITS THEIR LOSS. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz you gave me the best 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there&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is bliss i figured&lt;br /&gt;just dont be too surprised if one day you realise,&lt;br /&gt;what hold u actually have of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are just similarly different people&lt;br /&gt;similarly different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case anyone thinks im talking bout my basic test, its not aye.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt make something as small sound so grave&lt;br /&gt;and im way past the test anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i can jolly well just retake it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling uber guilty now for all the profanities i shot about my mum&lt;br /&gt;was just upset by the mother's comments&lt;br /&gt;she never fails to put me way down&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts most to know those comments were from her&lt;br /&gt;but still, i adore her larr&lt;br /&gt;she's the cutest thing and i love her to bits&lt;br /&gt;i'd do my best to make her proud&lt;br /&gt;seriously, one day, i will&lt;br /&gt;i promise to try and we all know i dont make promises, anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for D1 now&lt;br /&gt;off to marina square&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven should never have felt this cold&lt;br /&gt;blessings never this disguised&lt;br /&gt;but no guise is too hard to be under now&lt;br /&gt;when u find yourself helplessly,&lt;br /&gt;a victim of obsession in an overseen calamity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114594688712166291?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114594688712166291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>my entry just got deleted LIKE THAT. GAH&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i can still vividly remember what i said.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling ultimately perkier now though&lt;br /&gt;JOKEBOX WANNA BE HOW SWEET LA&lt;br /&gt;heartsheartshearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having an untimely headache&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, its gone. i wonder why. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;yet to study for basic! pls dont fail tmr geor. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was saying i feel very much like garnish lately&lt;br /&gt;like accessory sorta, though i know i make the worst but still&lt;br /&gt;feel uber outta place, in the crowd. dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;just feel damn extra.&lt;br /&gt;wo bu zhi dao. only van will understand i guess. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suddenly reminded of the '10 things i hate about you' movie&lt;br /&gt;therefore i listed 10 things down BUT, since the entry's gone,&lt;br /&gt;i shall not list it again. that was a sign man, thank goodness it didnt publish&lt;br /&gt;being too cheesy is bad for health you see. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this whole entry actually sounded sorta depressing earlier,&lt;br /&gt;but saph made my day!&lt;br /&gt;i can start writing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksthanksthanks&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove&lt;br /&gt;heartsheartshearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u made geor feel the love around yo LOL&lt;br /&gt;and not as transparent as she felt&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xie xie ni&lt;br /&gt;arigatou&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;gracie&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;mm goi&lt;br /&gt;gam sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114589806041815851?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114589806041815851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114589806041815851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114589806041815851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114589806041815851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-entry-just-got-deleted-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114584453591583275</id><published>2006-04-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:08:55.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moods were on some serious turbo swing yesterday&lt;br /&gt;crappyness worked its way from early morning till late at night&lt;br /&gt;i got my one star at least, for kayaking&lt;br /&gt;oh, and a slight tann too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's starting school&lt;br /&gt;noone will have time for geor!&lt;br /&gt;i guess ive been quite a bugger lately&lt;br /&gt;getting people to meet me, not wanting to stay home&lt;br /&gt;now ive landed myself in a damn fix&lt;br /&gt;guess ive to survive on ken then?(sounds damn wrong i know)&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna be so dependent on her either&lt;br /&gt;when her school starts, then ill seriously be in shit aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's basic and i cant even find my textbook&lt;br /&gt;GREAT! geor is ever as smart. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say absence only makes the heart grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;somehow i hope it isnt true, or we'll never get an end to this&lt;br /&gt;though i think neither presence nor absence's gonna make a difference&lt;br /&gt;since its the mind calling the shots,&lt;br /&gt;wrecking and making my days&lt;br /&gt;but ive to say im still enjoying everyday wrecked/made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood/inspiration-less.&lt;br /&gt;its been this way for many days&lt;br /&gt;i think my brain has died.&lt;br /&gt;gah. ciaociao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114584453591583275?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114584453591583275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114584453591583275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114584453591583275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114584453591583275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/moods-were-on-some-serious-turbo-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114573507349392813</id><published>2006-04-23T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T03:44:33.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was having a conversation with ken and realised our differences.&lt;br /&gt;like the way we perceive stuffs and how we handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, some people(like yours truly), would go on and on ranting, blowing your ear drums away with all thats buggin me. at least all that i feel is ok for you to know. things that i wouldnt embarrass myself with of course. then there're people, who has somewhat evolved with time, in the sense that they figured going on blowing about all the shit in life is redundant. might as well just shhh and settle it on a less attention-seeking note. only speaking about or bringing it up when the time is right or when they really feel the need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps noone has realised this yet but yeah, im actually the sort who needs to give whoever an earful about whatever shit/fun/hearts im going through. i need, ok i WANT to let people know. not cuz i want them to feel sad for me or require special attention from them. but it just always feels better when u talk about it. regardless of whether the matter is of importance or not, emo-fying or heartshearts. i just think its important. i can tell basically anyone about my life now. the reasons why im upset and the causes behind my smiles. how inferior a person i am. how i really think bathing twice a day is a waste of time.(and so i dont, HEH) i would even tell you whats been making my heart skip beats and why it goes on a spasm spree every now and then BUT, for some reasons, i just cant. SOME REASONS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, besides my sis, i barely let that side of me show. one reason maybe being that i know she wouldnt judge me. honestly, even if she does, i dont give a damn. haha. other reason being that i figured everyone's prolly having shit a piece of time of their life too and i wouldnt wanna be such an asshole to make em listen to my nonsensical ramblings. thats why unless they bother asking, i would shut up. BUT SOMETIMES, when i cant control myself, ill intentionally drop hints or talk in a way whereby theyll have no choice but to ask. LOL. im so sorry if i ever did that to u. i couldnt help it. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound FOS now and it prolly doesnt make much sense&lt;br /&gt;but if theres someone out there who's in my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;im damn sure you'll immediately get what i wanna say&lt;br /&gt;and if one day geor goes on and on buggin u about your life, be glad and not annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only means geor cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;cuz she assumes everyone around her thinks the same.&lt;br /&gt;that theyre just actually secretly waiting for people to show interest in their life before theyre willing to open up. perhaps geor's the only one thinking this way but well, lets just allow her to be in denial. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for sucha chunky entry&lt;br /&gt;its 3plus and my brain's in a knot now&lt;br /&gt;cant exactly think straight, thus talking in such incoherent fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaking later at 930!&lt;br /&gt;i think its doomsville for me tonight. as in during the PM.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be how tired?! insomniac on the loose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and superwoman's repeating in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114573507349392813?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114573507349392813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114573507349392813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114573507349392813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114573507349392813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-having-conversation-with-ken-and.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114563900543844196</id><published>2006-04-22T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:03:25.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im going cao ge crazy&lt;br /&gt;cuz ive been playin and playing and playing and playing his songs&lt;br /&gt;oh my, AND SO IS ME SIS hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the late nights are wearing me out&lt;br /&gt;im exhausted, totally. drained.&lt;br /&gt;brain's been working unnecessarily and the thought of work tmr is like zzzzzzzzz. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, im good. geor's good now&lt;br /&gt;NO EMO MONSTER&lt;br /&gt;and i really really really wanna catch a show&lt;br /&gt;like REALLY, its been ages man&lt;br /&gt;soon and if u realised, geor has no inspiration to blog AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;things she wants to say, are put in the simplest words in her mind right now so, cant let the whole world know what she's thinking what right. so she'll shut up. and she's not even makin sense now. songs are just still bestfriends. speaks/sings your mind. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, no bestfriend tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to go play maria now so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;laters. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thudthudthud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114563900543844196?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114563900543844196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114563900543844196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114563900543844196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114563900543844196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-im-going-cao-ge-crazy-cuz-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114562051742374950</id><published>2006-04-21T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:55:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess this would be the best time to blog&lt;br /&gt;before the birth of another dispute over the reign of this damn lau kok kok com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the day started out pretty bad&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i absolutely cannot tolerate working with stupid people&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound damn mean but i was THIS pissed earlier&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather busy myself to death than to clear up all the shit&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe he's not stupid but yeah, definitely lackin a whole lot of common sense up there. GAH. how am i supp to survive tmr night workin with him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off for some haircuttin then fishfishfish&lt;br /&gt;i pray your guppies survive as long as they can jokebox&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;ali and ahmad has 2 guppies each.&lt;br /&gt;ali overfed 1 guppy while ahmad underfed 1 guppy.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH DIED.&lt;br /&gt;how many guppies do ali and ahmad both have now?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahah. damn lame! ok sorry -.-&lt;br /&gt;the mention of guppies just reminds me of pri school math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i really think i oughtta get going now&lt;br /&gt;running late, ciaociao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114562051742374950?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114562051742374950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114562051742374950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114562051742374950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114562051742374950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-guess-this-would-be-best-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114537645201980949</id><published>2006-04-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:11:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I know I've always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just been a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you look my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll make sure you never hurt again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know I exist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to promise you this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you answer my prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd cross my heart and I'd swear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you'd only see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How beautiful you and I would be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endlessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when you fell in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could not believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it was not with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sent a secret prayer up above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And put my heart away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that you could be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know right now, You're broken in two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But did you know my heart's been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken since the day I met you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4-4 - Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to anyone allergic to sappy songs&lt;br /&gt;cuz ive been rather hooked on em lately&lt;br /&gt;woops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong and some tiramisu making tmr&lt;br /&gt;then THURSDAY yo haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well, though im pretty broke&lt;br /&gt;but gah, lets just put that at the end of the list for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been out with u like that for ages i realise, tata sauce&lt;br /&gt;meet again this weekend maybe? i MIGHT stay. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're just so many things sometimes that words alone can never quite just say it all. but what else is there to show when words are all ive got? when nothing else's allowed in a game for two, as such. a game of riddles and facades, i play my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, toldya i was born deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feelings that i cant disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn, this sure is slow suicide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114537645201980949?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114537645201980949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114537645201980949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114537645201980949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114537645201980949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-know-ive-always-just-been-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114534739315152596</id><published>2006-04-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:03:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been raining alot lately&lt;br /&gt;rainy days slow things down for geor&lt;br /&gt;and makes her feel more at ease&lt;br /&gt;in other words, she loves wet days&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im home, after work(DUH)&lt;br /&gt;and, CLOWNDIK DAMN HAPPY FOR GWYN AH!&lt;br /&gt;YOU PASSED TP!! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, my BASIC's this 25th&lt;br /&gt;im not even at my basic, how sad la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j-ed for lunch. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i know i was damn annoying&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, insisted on coming home when i was at her place alr&lt;br /&gt;LAZY LAR but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;ure making me think/dream of HK and THAILAND ah&lt;br /&gt;THANKS DUDE-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really damn sleepy but no, i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;ive to go get ready now, meetin ta highness later&lt;br /&gt;im feelin absolutely bad/guilty for pulling so many disappearing stunts on her AND, i miss her la. SEE THIS TA, good enough to appease u? im really really sorry for the past few times, seriously. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geor's new theme song&lt;br /&gt;new addiction, DAMN SAD VIDEO too&lt;br /&gt;hopeless LOHMANTIK ah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold this night, still and clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look here just like an angel sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could ease your fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would catch the diamond tears you're weeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your eyes I would hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By your side I could defy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The forces tearing us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But reality, as it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back, is that our dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was fated from the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl we're star-crossed and can't escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're condemned and can only wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this time now it's far too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To save us from our fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll remain in your hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Body, mind, heart and soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as I breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though consequence takes its toll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All is out of our control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how it will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So close your eyes my young bride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to me one last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something I have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your faith turns to despair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always will my love be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl we're star-crossed and can't escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're condemned and can only wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this time now it's far too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To save us from our fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't save us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't save us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl we're star-crossed and can't escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're condemned and can only wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this time now it's far too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poison's in our veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that I'd die for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that I'd die for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash - Star-crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;living in a compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114534739315152596?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114534739315152596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114534739315152596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114534739315152596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114534739315152596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-raining-alot-lately-rainy.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114528650863161923</id><published>2006-04-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:15:49.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian balls&lt;br /&gt;van shit just left not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;just wanna drive my dog mad ah pls LOL&lt;br /&gt;he started digging ON THE FLOOR. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;WTHECK man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shatec-ed again today and submitted all the necessary forms&lt;br /&gt;paid the stupid $50 registration fees(damn UNnecessary really)&lt;br /&gt;so i guess im really headin there? sigh. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit im relieved i finally have a place to attend. then again, i really dont quite know what else to feel after. gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this dead baby bird today, ant-infested&lt;br /&gt;nothing about how sad or grossed out i mightve felt&lt;br /&gt;i was just, well, really embarrased by the sight of it&lt;br /&gt;and i thought about whatever i was in,&lt;br /&gt;all the thoughts ive been drowning myself with.&lt;br /&gt;the honesty of the bird left my mind speechless, if u know wad i mean&lt;br /&gt;so no more wallowing in self-pity or whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;nonononononono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choices i made on my own, and for all that comes along with it,&lt;br /&gt;its high time i learn to bear&lt;br /&gt;so lets face the music y'all hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i was depressed really, i am still but,&lt;br /&gt;everything takes time and im still planning to take my own sweet ones-.- i just wouldnt get as rahrahrah/ouchouchouch as i did alr i guess, try not to at the least. i wouldnt wanna find myself a pain in the butt for others. all the diff position and all that.i really dont wanna get there, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im supp to call ah ken now yo&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha but before i go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOWNDIK n JOKEBOX saves the day yo&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT THE EMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;lame shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114528650863161923?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114528650863161923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114528650863161923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114528650863161923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114528650863161923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/sian-balls-van-shit-just-left-not-too.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114523545171022718</id><published>2006-04-17T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:02:11.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke at 7, amazingly&lt;br /&gt;just couldnt put my mind to rest&lt;br /&gt;the constant beeping of the phone wasnt exactly helping either&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, im not gonna allow doomsville a second chance&lt;br /&gt;emo monstrosity aint sucking geor back to the pool&lt;br /&gt;one night of heart-spasms is more than enough&lt;br /&gt;(ta, i found a new name for it, heart-spasms,&lt;br /&gt;no more someone-squeezing-your-heart, at least less retarted. lol)&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! ONE NIGHT PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;i couldve died of HEART SEIZURE OK?!&lt;br /&gt;NEVER BEFORE YO?! never thought i would either la-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never quite felt as stupid/dumb/retarded/idiotic/airhead/bimbo/pissed. i'm plain stupid i swear, wasting stupid time thinkin of stupid things that makes me feel so stupid at the end of the stupid day. someone/something mustve kidnapped my brain! die. my pea of a brain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;but who really cares for a peabrain, anyway. -pokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really wrong to be feeling so hyper, this early&lt;br /&gt;tonight sure drained like mad, ok not tonight, LATER.&lt;br /&gt;my perkiness is making me worried, hmmm&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach's kinda producing some sorta cry now&lt;br /&gt;i think its trying to tell me im hungry? shit&lt;br /&gt;foodfoodfoodfoodfood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;optimism can really either make or break you&lt;br /&gt;for me, i guess it'll only serve to break an already broken geor&lt;br /&gt;wait, on a second thought, i think it already has&lt;br /&gt;oh well. can anyone figure what geor is feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;prize given to the right guess! =))&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM, SORRY. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, chinese song overdose time&lt;br /&gt;cantonese song i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当 这感觉未发生&lt;br /&gt;不知道你光临&lt;br /&gt;我大概还可继续散心&lt;br /&gt;无奈我的心不经意着了灯&lt;br /&gt;为得不到的吸引&lt;br /&gt;令我不纠缠亦不忍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当 他平访在你身&lt;br /&gt;才想到我是好友永远没权力去伤感&lt;br /&gt;忘记受过伤害 施舍最假的爱&lt;br /&gt;也会令我肯相信这段感情避不开&lt;br /&gt;忘记如何忍耐 但期待一夜之间醒过来&lt;br /&gt;我和你便已如恋人热爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想 想一世待你好 不需要有出路&lt;br /&gt;那是我唯一快乐 其实期望未算高&lt;br /&gt;不拥抱便跌倒 付出的都不苦恼&lt;br /&gt;被爱的当然未知道&lt;br /&gt;好 即使我未够好&lt;br /&gt;连哭一声抖不配 你便提示我怎做&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘记受过伤害 施舍最假的爱&lt;br /&gt;也会令我肯相信这段感情避不开&lt;br /&gt;忘记如何忍耐 但期待一夜之间醒过来&lt;br /&gt;我和你便已如恋人热爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin feng - wang ji shang hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;facades for sale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114523545171022718?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114523545171022718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114523545171022718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114523545171022718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114523545171022718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/woke-at-7-amazingly-just-couldnt-put.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114509969942278037</id><published>2006-04-15T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T19:17:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no work at all in the end, right&lt;br /&gt;i guess its good in a way&lt;br /&gt;caught up with lost sleep and whatever comes along with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaking tmr&lt;br /&gt;everyone's gonna be there i realised&lt;br /&gt;i. feel. weird.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, that sounded wrong, pardon me&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, im feeling sleepy again, gah&lt;br /&gt;zapzapzapzapzap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 7 now aye&lt;br /&gt;wonder if it rained in the east&lt;br /&gt;like EAST EAST hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;PLS DONT RAIN TMR&lt;br /&gt;cuz im supposed to be psychic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzah off to terrorise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我愿意付出一切交换&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我灵魂的另一半&lt;br /&gt;i would climb the highest mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would swim the deepest sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;就算要我上天下&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;地&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我什么都愿意为你&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;紧紧拥抱唯一的你&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;无可救药的坚定&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;就算世界与我为敌 我也愿意&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我什么 都愿意&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you get when i listen to chinese songs&lt;br /&gt;hahaha woops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114509969942278037?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114509969942278037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114509969942278037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114509969942278037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114509969942278037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-work-at-all-in-end-right-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114503281342145900</id><published>2006-04-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:40:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114503281342145900?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114503281342145900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114503281342145900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114503281342145900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114503281342145900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/nough-said.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114489862063438840</id><published>2006-04-13T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:23:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up and found myself in foreign lands today&lt;br /&gt;haven quite felt this way in ages, maybe never&lt;br /&gt;a bittersweet kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;ive never liked anything im unsure of&lt;br /&gt;as in the way youre clueless what it is&lt;br /&gt;amazingingly this time, its giving me flutters 'stead of the shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know how when u listen to particular songs&lt;br /&gt;and the pretty pretty strumming of the guitars?&lt;br /&gt;its like theyre strumming on your heart strings literally&lt;br /&gt;or when the piano hits notes high as ever&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself lifted by it&lt;br /&gt;the weird lil butterflies they say ud get but u never quite believed?&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly you find yourself with no reasons not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty dangerous the way it makes u look slightly demented&lt;br /&gt;as you smile silly to yourself on the bus/train, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;over stuffs so silly youve never imagined you would&lt;br /&gt;perhaps gaiety comes with only the silliest, most simple things afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then outta the blue, your playlist churns out a now-emo song&lt;br /&gt;now-emo being it making you emo only now, never before&lt;br /&gt;cuz the song has never mattered to you&lt;br /&gt;just lately when you realise what it means to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;vicious cycle really, how u feel the ouchouch cuz as u listen&lt;br /&gt;you think of how ouch it makes/made somebody go/went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the phase im going through&lt;br /&gt;the foreign state ive landed myself in&lt;br /&gt;the phase when youre not bothered by whats gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;well, not exactly unbothered, just isnt important yet i guess&lt;br /&gt;cuz u already know whats next&lt;br /&gt;and you just dont wanna get there&lt;br /&gt;lengthening as much as you can, the shelf-life of whats going on now&lt;br /&gt;cuz as unfamiliar as the feeling youre having,&lt;br /&gt;youre loving every bit of it, well, almost every bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i understand this entry is rather corny to most of you&lt;br /&gt;geor is a hopeless-FillInTheBlanks. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;its early and pls dont rain, for today at least&lt;br /&gt;ok, how bout the rest of this week. haiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i dont understand,&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT I SLEEP TILL AS LATE AS I USED TO?!&lt;br /&gt;this is damn sad ok, like seriously&lt;br /&gt;im tired laa. GAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114489862063438840?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114489862063438840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114489862063438840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114489862063438840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114489862063438840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/woke-up-and-found-myself-in-foreign.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114482235261365808</id><published>2006-04-12T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:12:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All day staring at the ceiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All night hearing voices telling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I should get some sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling like I'm heading for a breakdown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know right now you can't tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A different side of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I used to be...me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm talking to myself in public&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dodging glances on the train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know, I know they've all been talking bout me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hear them whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of all the hours thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I've lost my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know right now you can't tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A different side of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been talking in my sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matchbox 20 - unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive been acting weird lately&lt;br /&gt;thinking oddly&lt;br /&gt;cuz of the weather, probably&lt;br /&gt;then again, it could just be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH and the damn dog stinks BIG TIME&lt;br /&gt;poor boy, ill bathe u soon&lt;br /&gt;like SOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114482235261365808?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114482235261365808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114482235261365808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114482235261365808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114482235261365808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-day-staring-at-ceiling-making.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114477671797844115</id><published>2006-04-12T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:31:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geor's happy cells are dying, for tonight&lt;br /&gt;feeling drained all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;its all wearing me out slowly&lt;br /&gt;nvm, an early night will prolly save the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found new love today, yet again&lt;br /&gt;haha. some tong en person&lt;br /&gt;wah, her song's like shiokus&lt;br /&gt;and she's gorgeous, TO ME ONLY though&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but its alright&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could take a journey through your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And find emotions that you always try to hide babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dangerously outta my mind right now&lt;br /&gt;and to prevent any damage caused to anything/anyone&lt;br /&gt;i should head to bed, NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114477671797844115?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114477671797844115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114477671797844115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114477671797844115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114477671797844115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/geors-happy-cells-are-dying-for.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114464305918557290</id><published>2006-04-10T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:40:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pronounce demented/sad/bitter/angry songs and geor, partners for life.&lt;br /&gt;for better or worse&lt;br /&gt;till death do they part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its easy thinking and feeling AND finding the so-called hurt in you.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing accentuates the pain as well as my partners do.&lt;br /&gt;occasions like these, with the sky all gloomy and home all alone,&lt;br /&gt;they make the bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not being emo&lt;br /&gt;im not attempting to make myself become emo either&lt;br /&gt;just overwhelmed by the sudden realisation why everyone still prefers sadsadsad songs to happy ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz they never fail to get u right there&lt;br /&gt;even when ure feelin all high and chirpy&lt;br /&gt;cuz nothing hits u more strongly and knocks u over more than feeling that, (in ta's words) someone-squeezing-your heart feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its nice to feel that way, every once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;cuz nothing gets more real than that&lt;br /&gt;the way it chokes all the air right up there&lt;br /&gt;and u going, 'shit, i think my lungs and heart are mating'&lt;br /&gt;cuz they feel all tangled up&lt;br /&gt;after which, u start to feel ur very own presence, that u are indeed actually here and not just drifting around in ur everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, 2nd entry of the day in 3hrs. lol&lt;br /&gt;wtheck hahaha oh and right,&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound a lil sick in the mind sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and i make it sound like im sucha emotionally unsound person&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wouldnt come off as too much of a scare to u guys&lt;br /&gt;cuz im not, i just tend to think alot on stupid things,&lt;br /&gt;that matters to me, somehow, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;hmmm just rather emotional la&lt;br /&gt;and for once, finally, im proud to say this out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'today, i cried.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ----------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114463625493717560</id><published>2006-04-10T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:30:54.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so no work in the end&lt;br /&gt;down with a temp, flu and whatever that comes along with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lethargic and stoned&lt;br /&gt;brain's not working the way it should&lt;br /&gt;cuz if it is, i wouldnt be up at such unearthly hours&lt;br /&gt;starving but yeah, guess ill hafta wait all the way to 2 before theres food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was nice talkin to u really&lt;br /&gt;though its been ages we last had sucha long proper conversation&lt;br /&gt;was even nicer hearing u play after so damn long!&lt;br /&gt;AND correcting my eng, as usual. lol&lt;br /&gt;as much as i know youre the only one i can $#*&amp;$@% to,&lt;br /&gt;u can always call me u know&lt;br /&gt;for your coming next 3 weeks at least&lt;br /&gt;just dont call at the wrong time aye? haha&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for the previous few incidents =/&lt;br /&gt;and ya la ya la, geor still loves you la&lt;br /&gt;dont worry so much about stuffs&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME MAN. i think itll work out just fine, really =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like rambling on and on now hahaha&lt;br /&gt;no, not sad stuffs nor emo shit&lt;br /&gt;just ramble happily on and on BUT&lt;br /&gt;we all know a blog is too public for geor's happy ramblings&lt;br /&gt;and, she doesnt wanna end up sounding too corny or whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;scaring everyone away, like yoo hoo so yeah&lt;br /&gt;hmm. this entry is damn long and stupid&lt;br /&gt;like wth am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, ive no clue to it either. HAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh would it mean anything, if you knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I'm left imagining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my mind, in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you go, would you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck-in-the-head song for the moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114463625493717560?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114463625493717560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114463625493717560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114463625493717560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114463625493717560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-no-work-in-end-down-with-temp-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114443397267541408</id><published>2006-04-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:26:03.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets talk about geor's emotions today how bout it.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think that my moods/feelings/emotions actually have a life of their own.&lt;br /&gt;its like a separate living thing within me.&lt;br /&gt;they come and go as they please, leaving me with numerous highs and countless lows.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, theyre manipulatively disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they decided to be nice today and made geor a really happy kid&lt;br /&gt;until it started getting late, they were worn and gave geor hell of a time&lt;br /&gt;not that geor cant manage on her own but she just started thinking all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;'who will be the one to hold me, the night the sky falls down?'&lt;br /&gt;evan and jaron does this to people every once in awhile i guess&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i listen to them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and in case youre wondering, no im not emo, seriously&lt;br /&gt;just startled by that thought i had. =))&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, u just cant help but wonder bout things like that&lt;br /&gt;my brain works really hard at such ridiculous issues so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;basically i just spend alot of time thinking of frivalous stuffs&lt;br /&gt;though i know there're many more things that deserves my attention&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just a born thinker. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i make myself sound so intelligent on such stupid issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything i say about you would be an understatement&lt;br /&gt;you have me at a loss for words, completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd call this the perfect standstill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way how things will only remain the way it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess im just easily contented? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;proliferation of the hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114432782790944352</id><published>2006-04-06T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:53:11.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feelin exceptionally sleepy this thurs evening or rather, night&lt;br /&gt;i think ive yawned 156741 times and still counting&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness but its too early for me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home whole of the day, most of the day at least&lt;br /&gt;went to the docs with the sister&lt;br /&gt;she's got a weird crackling knee. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;i totally detest/fear such bone related matters. -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;had lunch then some dvd renting before coming home&lt;br /&gt;to sit in front of the com, bitching and laughin dumbly at people.&lt;br /&gt;we're meanies i know, we dont deny. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wad makes u think we're not laughed at ourselves. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;then 'alfie'-ed away. quite a waste of time actually, the movie i mean&lt;br /&gt;but alls good. the staying home part and all.&lt;br /&gt;but im curious why i always feel like sucha retard in front of my sis&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters. im sure ill be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114432782790944352?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114432782790944352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114432782790944352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i think im even gonna smile in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;i think im high, on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114417156717400296?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114417156717400296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114417156717400296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114417156717400296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114417156717400296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-we-all-wonder-how-much-it-takes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114408064501108113</id><published>2006-04-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:26:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where art thou, my superwoman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song's been on a playin marathon since 11 last night.&lt;br /&gt;now isnt it obvious why geor is on a superwoman frenzy?&lt;br /&gt;blame it on tv.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on zhiyang.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on cao ge.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on geor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114408064501108113?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114408064501108113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114408064501108113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114408064501108113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114408064501108113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114399473635071951</id><published>2006-04-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:18:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been quite awhile since ive last had Mr fall-outta-love-vibes come banging on this heart-of-a-door of mine. its quite amusing, on the fact that ive never even been in any sorta love of late. not literally, at least. oh well, what the brain and your cardiovascular shit thing does to you is really way outta explaination sometimes, i just have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and geor has this really great imgaination all the time, for all kinda things. (*note, imagination, not creativity.lol) thus, she thinks so so much, that she mixes up reality and this mini land of her own. perhaps thats why she's able to lie so fluently all the time about all stuffs big and small. now we know why geor lies w/o even ever blinking. ok, maybe not regarding all stuffs la huh. come to think of it, this's quite sad right. tsktsk. nvm. im rambling away brainlessly. THEN AGAIN, this mini land of my own acts quite well as a comfort zone too. ok, overshare of random shit. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candice ah dear candice,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. ken and i are rotting our arses off&lt;br /&gt;and we're bored shit. i just need to rant.&lt;br /&gt;PARDON ME.&lt;br /&gt;and for the sake of being random&lt;br /&gt;i cant put a stop to the superwoman song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my superwoman. lalalalala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, guess im seeing the slightest form of color from the mixture of green and red. its a brand new color, one i doubt anyone has ever deciphered. as much as i'd like to deny, it spells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114399473635071951?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114399473635071951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114399473635071951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114399473635071951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114399473635071951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-quite-awhile-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114382513287678521</id><published>2006-04-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:12:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr keith urban is keepin me up&lt;br /&gt;just wanna pull me back to doomsville&lt;br /&gt;sad sad song on a sad sad night and u get a sad sad geor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the night pries into my deepest and darkest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;touching on stuffs ive been turning my back on all these while&lt;br /&gt;even the state of denial fails u sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and when it hits, its like ouchouchouchouchouch&lt;br /&gt;i just cant believe the plight ive gotten myself into.&lt;br /&gt;emo wave tonight? yeah, just for one night&lt;br /&gt;all will be gone by the break of dawn, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u get when u mix green and red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                          zilch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114382513287678521?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114382513287678521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114382513287678521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114382513287678521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114382513287678521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr-keith-urban-is-keepin-me-up-just.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114378342695576043</id><published>2006-03-31T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:37:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wearily happy&lt;br /&gt;unspeakable source of smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;proliferation of the hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114378342695576043?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114378342695576043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114378342695576043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114378342695576043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114378342695576043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/03/wearily-happy-unspeakable-source-of.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114355915065729215</id><published>2006-03-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:19:10.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so its 1050 now and im surprisingly sleepy&lt;br /&gt;so, perhaps as some people mightve predicted, i missed the movie today. had to go meet pb cuz she said she missed me. LOL. damn turn-off of me to say that but yeah, hahaha. i was damn turned-off too. i WILL watch it though. next week i guess cuz there isnt much time left for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stoning earlier when suddenly some of my thoughts punched me right in the head. ok, not punched, its nothing emo, just left me startled thats all. theyre just thoughts not heavy enough to sway geor back to emo land. ive had enough of monstrous emo-nosity. i figured it kills my happy cells and the people around me. hahaha. but i honestly have been feelin rather happy and ive absolutely no clue where all that energy's coming from. lets just hope it'll last through this week or at least, the next two days? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i just have to say this. the guy at kbox toapayoh, the manager or some shit, is really damn huge a bitch pls. ill spare everyone the details though, being the kind geor i am. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details details details details.&lt;br /&gt;talk about details, i think i look into them too much i track outta the large picture all the time. thats not very nice but then again, without details, everything's sucha bore isnt it? ok, im being random again. woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unexpectedly comfortable, uncomfortably pleasing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114355915065729215?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114355915065729215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114355915065729215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;hopefully there'll be tickets tmr by the time i get there&lt;br /&gt;and in case ure thinkin of how easy it is to spite geor, youre wrong&lt;br /&gt;its just some of the great-to-be philosophies that geor has thats buggin her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this entry is just for ken lim cuz she has really hit the spot. rah. -bites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114347933788573083?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114347933788573083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114347933788573083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114347933788573083'/><link rel='self' 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'rainyday' playlist. all u can think of are happy thoughts and even dream happy dreams yo. hahahaha. dont you just love this weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADLY, geor just had to work today.&lt;br /&gt;literally dragged myself outta bed this morning and when i say drag, i really mean DRAG. even my body was protesting violently against it. it made me cut and scald myself at work. it was basically geor, the stoner, at work this morning. but oh well, we all know i can and should NEVER defy my wonderwoman of an aunt. consequences are totally unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im absolutely in love with this stephen speaks song i stole from j earlier. like omg. it makes me THIS happy when i listen to it. my heart beats faster with every note played. every word of the song cant sound anymore real. like whoa. ok, i might be over-reacting and totally exaggerating to u guys, who might be reading but ya. i dont give two cents how stupid i sound now, ITS DAMN NICE. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's her hair and her eyes today&lt;br /&gt;That just simply take me away&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling that I'm falling further in love&lt;br /&gt;Makes me shiver but in a good way&lt;br /&gt;All the times I have sat and stared&lt;br /&gt;As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair&lt;br /&gt;And she purses her lips, bats her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she plays with me sittin there slacked jaw&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I love her with all that I am&lt;br /&gt;And my voice shakes along with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Coz she's all that I see and she's all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out of my league once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a masterful melody&lt;br /&gt;When she calls out my name to me&lt;br /&gt;As the world spins around her&lt;br /&gt;She laughs, close her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm fallin but it's no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I love her with all that I am&lt;br /&gt;And my voice shakes along with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be here than on land&lt;br /&gt;Yes she's all that I see and she's all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out of my league once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's her hair and her eyes today&lt;br /&gt;That just simply take me away&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling that I'm falling further in love&lt;br /&gt;Makes me shiver but in a good way&lt;br /&gt;Often times I have sat and stared&lt;br /&gt;As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair&lt;br /&gt;As she purses her lips, bats her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she plays with me sittin there slacked jaw&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I love her with all that I am&lt;br /&gt;And my voice shakes along with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be here than on land&lt;br /&gt;Yes she's all that I see and she's all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out of my league once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of my league - stephen speaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i keep drwoing u guys with dumb lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;im a sucker for them. right saph? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound happy dont i?&lt;br /&gt;i think i am too. lol&lt;br /&gt;dont bother asking me why, cuz im a selfish person. i wouldnt tell u. but it might just be cuz of the song that ive been playing on repeat since 2hrs ago. haha. my sis has been on my back about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAN U CHANGE IT?!' she's yelling.&lt;br /&gt;too bad my dear. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;days lit bright by a beaming tone of red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114346836412209048?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114322612729569756</id><published>2006-03-25T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:48:47.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight marks the end of geor's moping days&lt;br /&gt;though its past 12, well..&lt;br /&gt;lets just not be too particular for once aye? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for whoever's info, the first three lines of this entry took me like more than half an hour to type. cuz i seriously cant multi-task for nuts, its sad. hahaha. today wasnt exactly all dandy for geor but yeah, was fun meetin up with saph and gwynie. though im terribly sorry to gwyn for being 7hrs late and to saph for being 2hrs late. whats new? heh. and before i forget, it was nice seeing good old ta for that pathetic 10 mins too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fryday's come and gone. saturday has taken its place but where the hell's my sunday? i cant wait for the scorching sun. and being randomly random, it really doesnt take much to make me smile, even if its just for awhile. and i want my raisins now! anyone, buy me raisins now and ill love u for life. HAR! ok, thats too much. and noone's kind enough. ill just bless myself with them tmr, like BLESS really. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you're running from a good &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you wanna turn your back on love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you've already given up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See I know you've been hurt before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I swear I'll give you so much more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I'll never let you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I swear it's you that I adore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't help myself babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I think about you constantly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my heart gets no rest over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me selfish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I want is your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me hopeless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm hopelessly in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me unperfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who's perfect?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what do I gotta do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To prove that I'm the only one for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with being selfish?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be taking up your time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the day I make you realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That for your there could be no one else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just gotta have you for myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I would take good care of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what it is you're going through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you when you're in need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby believe in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If love was a crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then punish me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don't want to live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what can I do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfish - nsync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAR gwyn, thats the 'selfish' song i was listening to by NSYNC sial.&lt;br /&gt;now u know. haha. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114322612729569756?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114322612729569756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114322612729569756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114322612729569756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114322612729569756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/03/tonight-marks-end-of-geors-moping-days.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114319140964440238</id><published>2006-03-24T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:12:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I heard this old story before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the people keep on killing for their metaphors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't leave much up to the imagination,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I, wanna give this imagery back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know it just ain’t so easy like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I turn the page and read the story again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sure seems the same, with a different name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're breaking and rebuilding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we're growing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always guessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're shocking but we're nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're just moments, we're Clever but we're clueless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're just human, amusing and confusing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were trying but where is this all leading?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll Never Know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all happened so much faster than you could say disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna take a time lapse and look at it backwards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find the last one and maybe that’s just the answer that we're after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But after all we're just a bubble in a boiling pot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one breath in a chain of thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're moments just combusting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We feel certain but we'll never, never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sure seems the same, give it a different name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're begging and we're needing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we're trying and we're breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're shocking but we're nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're just moments, we're Clever but we're clueless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're just human, amusing and confusing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're helping, rebuilding and we're growing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never Know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knock, knock coming door to door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tell ya that their metaphor is better than yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can either sink or swim things are looking pretty grim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don’t believe in what they're spoon feeding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its got no feeling so I read it again and again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never know - jack johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u can either sink or swim, things are looking pretty grim&lt;br /&gt;i just cant agree more&lt;br /&gt;then again, things happen and we'll never never know&lt;br /&gt;where is this all leading?&lt;br /&gt;things feel certain?&lt;br /&gt;but we'll never never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i grew up on spoon-fed nonsense i thought were real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114319140964440238?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114319140964440238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114319140964440238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114319140964440238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114319140964440238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-heard-this-old-story-before-where.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114296939767437643</id><published>2006-03-22T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T03:29:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>randomly random&lt;br /&gt;angrily angry&lt;br /&gt;impossibly impossible&lt;br /&gt;disappointingly disapppointed&lt;br /&gt;today was actually good to start with, rah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spare me a day or two more to get outta this damn phase&lt;br /&gt;it sldnt take awhile really, and im sincerely sorry for whatever emo vibes that mightve been oozing off me lately. they're unhealthily contagious i know. and being my random self, i almost laughed out(for godknowswhat) when i saw the names on the tags. right. im only lacking by one name. ok, not very funny i realised after awhile, but im just too lazy to backspace the last two sentence typed so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiang, ive no clue why i always talk in the third party manner. ure not the first who asked but yeah. somehow im sure it means something. ive just yet to figure it out. i will soon though, now that im reminded. and profound entry?! i think not, really. and u can call me too u know? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saph, hopefully ure at the centre of ur hurricane aye? everything just takes a lil gettin used to sometimes. geor's here for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51, im awfully surprised u got here, really. and even more surprised u tagged. yes, i am who i think i am, i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lup sup tang, how can i possibly not cheer up now, right? haha. uve no idea how great a help uve been, seriously. and i dont need all your time spareable, just a teeny bit will do. im not greedy like YOUR dearest ken. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pb ah, i feel so fortunate suddenly to have u stay so damn friggin near my place. maybe we sld just make it official, though uve done me wrong. haha. u chose a bin instead of me! sadly. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta, i never saw this coming at all(not tryin to be rude ah). but now i know, i can always count on u. ok, maybe not ALWAYS. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when words are mere understatements of whats in the mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114296939767437643?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114296939767437643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114296939767437643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shaken as i am. it would seem too insignificant, as insignificant as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the thoughts i think and fear the words i speak, whenever i hit this low. i shock at my very own self with every word that airs, put out in a fashion ive nv quite expected it to be. i feel like a 3 yr old tryin to get her damn ideas across the busy dinner table, where everyone's just rushing through the meal, cuz they just have too many things on hand to spare the poor kid a lil time. not even good old mama listens and all she does is, ' hurry finish up your food.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like screaming to a crowd turned deaf&lt;br /&gt;its times like these that makes you feel so impossible every once in awhile. its like noone's free any longer to lend u a min or two(ok, maybe more) but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when u talk, u try ur best to steer clear of the topic thats been buggin u for GodKnowsHowLong just so u wun end up a conversation murderer and you go on seemingly enjoying yourself on things that u dont even know why u talk about. at the end of the numerous convos, u find yourself feelin even more empty than u were, before u started talkin silly. then you start to wonder, where has all your audience gone? and you find yourself reaching for the com unknowingly, seeking comfort in its company and the fact that u can rant all you want without having to worry for a proper reaction from the listener, probably just cuz you know well enough that people dont read it. and even if they do, noone would spare u an extra 30 seconds to even think of how ure doing, or even wonder what actually sparked you to create an entry as angsty as this one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know geor is a noisy child but looking at the way things goes,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, swimmin in your own thoughts is the best remedy&lt;br /&gt;and silence might just then be the best company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when existence only takes place in forms of shadows and figures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114282422763758020?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114282422763758020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114282422763758020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114282422763758020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114282422763758020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-everything-to-say-but-words-just.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114252600950045072</id><published>2006-03-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:20:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our dear ken is having her ass glued beautifully to the stairs and eyes to the damn screen. she has absolutely no concern at all for her wonderful friend upstairs, who in this case, happens to be boring herself to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v for vendetta is good, like quite, at least&lt;br /&gt;im honestly damn tired now and im randomly random again&lt;br /&gt;my eyelids are like weighing a ton this very moment&lt;br /&gt;geor is like eternally chained to late nights man, pass me the keys someone pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked like bananas today and every inch of muscle/fats on my back are crying for help. suddenly, i feel 30 yrs older. hmm. on a second thought, i dont think i'd like to know whats gonna be of me 30 yrs down the road eh(ok, random peanuts again). im sure it wun take much of ur brain cells to know why i fear the thought, unless u dont quite know me at all. then again, who really knows me well enough anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a world of deceptions, i'm the cream of the crop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114252600950045072?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114252600950045072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i realised ive been coming back to this blank space for quite awhile&lt;br /&gt;this can only mean that ive nothing to blog about&lt;br /&gt;when actually, i had a dozen things to say,&lt;br /&gt;a dozen things to say on a day where simply nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geor is random shit and she's bored out of her pea of a brain&lt;br /&gt;she's still jobless and THIS desperate&lt;br /&gt;she thinks she's balding, either from the lack of sleep OR&lt;br /&gt;from the stress with the nearing of the end-of-month&lt;br /&gt;she saw people she havent seen for quite awhile&lt;br /&gt;she thinks they all look better and she's sorry for not being to meet joycelyn in the afternoon only to end up bumping into her during the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum was seriously breathing down my neck this morning about everything. i didnt think i could pacify her soon enough to leave the house safely by evening u see, so yeah. that explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if a glass could contain the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114235523848807827?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114235523848807827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114235523848807827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114235523848807827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114235523848807827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-realised-ive-been-coming-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114226864001144212</id><published>2006-03-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:50:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my, there was this lady at the 85 market just now&lt;br /&gt;damn damn pretty like seriously&lt;br /&gt;ya, thats all BESIDES the fact that the damn bak chor mee was closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what makes your day? i mean it could be a simple gesture or whatever. a smile, an anonymous someone, basically anything under the scorching sun. a stranger on the sidewalk. a hidden msg in a random story? anything u can think of basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, an auntie cabby made my day, today&lt;br /&gt;whats yours? =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114226864001144212?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114226864001144212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114226864001144212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114226864001144212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114226864001144212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my-there-was-this-lady-at-85-market.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114203747238310186</id><published>2006-03-11T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T08:37:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh, im being deprived of sleep man. roar&lt;br /&gt;woke up to a blocked nose and a heavy head&lt;br /&gt;so now, im staring at the damn com at such unearthly hours with dozens of wantons(tissues) infront of me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel this's gonna be a really long entry.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. anyway, so it turned out to be like such a small matter&lt;br /&gt;maybe she really should file for it on her own rather than just sit and wait aye. but i was damn pissed at the damn person-in-charge la, whichever title/position he's holding. does he have the damn right to yell at her. like hello, this is not a damn market for u to bargain and all. so now just wanna allow her to enter and then just yell like bananas at her la?! wtf, if i went in i'd make sure u get it from me man. whatever gives u the right to yell at my mum?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so she came out, all pissed, ranting but i could tell she was sore about something else instead. perhaps, the language barrier, i assume. i mean my mum cant really speak eng nor understand it very well. so ya. she mustve had a hard time facing the damn assholes with none of us around. short as the duration may be, she mustve felt intimidated. not by reasons, but by the form of communication and the cocky-ness in the nature of like SOME people. so just cuz she cant speak eng, ure gonna rip her off the chance to defend herself? so much for having an interpreter man. i'm pretty sure it'd end up the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mum isnt too happy with me now either&lt;br /&gt;aint working, no income and she insists im going out too often&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i think ive been rather cranky&lt;br /&gt;i could be all smiley and just hit rock-bottom the very next min&lt;br /&gt;this's bad. i need a job to like, STABILISE myself or something? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interviews, gym(yeah right, lol), tann, work, psp, TENNIS(HAR!)&lt;br /&gt;wah, everything mentioned above comes with a huge price tag well, except WORK of course. hahaha. ok, im starting to nod away alr. sigh. i need sleep, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114203747238310186?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114203747238310186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>rah. second extraction within two weeks&lt;br /&gt;was hurting so bad last night i missed my dear sleep&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i know, -pooff- the tooth's gone at the dentist's&lt;br /&gt;i suck man really, roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm disabled on both sides which mean i cant really chew&lt;br /&gt;great, whats for dinner man? and breakfast then lunch?&lt;br /&gt;tell me all about it dammit&lt;br /&gt;im hungry la pls oh my&lt;br /&gt;haven eaten the whole day besides two wonderful slice of plain bread&lt;br /&gt;and a cup of tasteless iced milo&lt;br /&gt;well, if this sounds like a damn diet, ITS NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one hurts damn bad man hmmm&lt;br /&gt;ok, i can seek a huge ass comfort in one thing. heh&lt;br /&gt;PSP! omg ta i love you! lol if i say i love steph too would it sound weird?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD HUNTING AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114153932464006147</id><published>2006-03-05T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:15:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u gave me my life&lt;br /&gt;yet u just have to be the one to ruin it&lt;br /&gt;like your own being a wretched one isnt enough&lt;br /&gt;i dont need a share in this man, not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so fcukin sick of you and whatever that comes along with it, damn moron&lt;br /&gt;it takes alot of effort to hate someone actually, but u make despising you easier everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done wad i was supp to and ive tried&lt;br /&gt;so if u just wanna etch everything right after again,&lt;br /&gt;then its time i spend the effort on something else worth keeping up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u look like a damn freak everytime this happens&lt;br /&gt;ur eyes feels absolutely empty&lt;br /&gt;and it freaks us out, freaks me out&lt;br /&gt;cuz u look like u were gonna whack the hell outta whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess maybe thats all you're capable of,&lt;br /&gt;taking it out on whoever in the name of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;good one, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so sick of trying and everything around&lt;br /&gt;like everything just wanna come together man&lt;br /&gt;first its school and now, its some bastard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114153932464006147?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114153932464006147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114153932464006147' 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like this for damn long&lt;br /&gt;everything was sinking in&lt;br /&gt;everything about how i wasted my 2 yrs away&lt;br /&gt;how i nv actually sat down and face it properly&lt;br /&gt;all i had was my back to it, all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had every word you could think of to rant last night&lt;br /&gt;but blogger just had to be kind to all of you&lt;br /&gt;and gave me probs loadin the damn page and all&lt;br /&gt;so everyone is spared from my ramblings&lt;br /&gt;for they are all stacked neatly back in the shelves of my pea of a brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment last night, i really really felt the damn anger ive been bearing for myself. its kinda scary thinking bout it again now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so poly, or private?&lt;br /&gt;wait, will poly even take me back?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114136549161611013?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' 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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-12784720.post-114114290219329836</id><published>2006-03-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:08:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some people think they're always right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others are quiet and uptight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others they seem so very nice nice nice nice (oh-ho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside they might feel sad and wrong (oh no)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty-nine different attributes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only seven that you like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty ways to see the world (oh-ho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty ways to start a fight (oh-ho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh don't don't don't get up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be waiting for you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sit me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shut me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll calm down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh men don't notice what they got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women think of that a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thousand ways to please your man (oh-ho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even one requires a plan (I know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Countless odd religions, too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter which you choose (oh no)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One stubborn way to turn your back (oh-ho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This I've tried and now refuse (oh-ho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh don't don't don't get up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be waiting for you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sit me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shut me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll calm down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you only live once - the strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saph, ur fault ah&lt;br /&gt;send alr then now i play until my com's gonna start spitting the lyrics alr hahahahaha damn perky ah i think. cuteness man, i think my ipod will start moving to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to boredom now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114110314161873985</id><published>2006-02-28T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:05:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw van in 9837518032 yrs&lt;br /&gt;and of cuz her beloved permed hair lol&lt;br /&gt;actually it isnt that bad la&lt;br /&gt;after u look at it for some time&lt;br /&gt;u just find yourself bursting out in laughter for the first 10 mins or so? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, that candy just wanna eat my money&lt;br /&gt;kept going on and on and on about me losing&lt;br /&gt;mahjong pantang sial HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;use toilet once also wanna collect money from me&lt;br /&gt;drink water also wanna charge?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;but damn funny i must say&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness ken won money back from her&lt;br /&gt;and she lost her mcdonalds happy meal&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. now we're talking about a huge mahjong crave here, i REALLY wanna play soon la. ive been losing enough, losing streak. roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn im hungry man and i dont want porridge alr la&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzz sian&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i missed this out yday&lt;br /&gt;when the dentist was extracting my tooth&lt;br /&gt;i itch-eyedly opened my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;saw him take out the bloody blade and&lt;br /&gt;saw him hold onto the thread meant to stitch my gums&lt;br /&gt;now, i can even feel it drooping in me mouth&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3 -gasps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i guess im the only one who'll get freaked out by that aye?&lt;br /&gt;too bad man, im anti-dentists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food, i want/need food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114110314161873985?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114110314161873985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114110314161873985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114110314161873985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114110314161873985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/02/saw-van-in-9837518032-yrs-and-of-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114101529603909521</id><published>2006-02-27T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:41:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from mr dentist&lt;br /&gt;im still in my state of shock lol&lt;br /&gt;half my face is numb now AND&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna sleep now&lt;br /&gt;hahaha while waiting for our dear ken to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah, i cant swallow =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114101529603909521?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114101529603909521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114101529603909521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114101529603909521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114101529603909521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-from-mr-dentist-im-still-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114097051259940556</id><published>2006-02-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:17:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im itchng a little on my arms suddenly&lt;br /&gt;and from the looks of it, i think im peeling soon&lt;br /&gt;wth seriously, it rained on us yesterday during tanning&lt;br /&gt;linda calls it rain-tanning, and im still lobster-ish LOL&lt;br /&gt;wasted my THREE bucks dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad did i do today ah? OH, haha&lt;br /&gt;had a haircut at fareast, klearcut&lt;br /&gt;they just wanna make me wait for like 1.5 hours la&lt;br /&gt;weird hair at the end of the day haha&lt;br /&gt;since when do i not complain about it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirate saph ah, when will the sendsendsend session come?&lt;br /&gt;im runnin low on options too alr lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underworld: evolution&lt;br /&gt;out next week, im gonna watch it&lt;br /&gt;even if i peel like noone's business&lt;br /&gt;even if i swell like bananas&lt;br /&gt;gwyn, thats the 3million and 1 movie of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondaybluesmondaybluesmondayblues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue lights are dancing around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And still I can't seem to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The quiet inside my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114079533535851314</id><published>2006-02-24T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:35:35.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i mentioned that i absolutely fear the dentist?&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm damn scared of them la&lt;br /&gt;since primary school man&lt;br /&gt;there was this nurse, oh my,&lt;br /&gt;she just screwed my teeth and the impression i have for dentists upside down&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i declare come monday, doomsday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visitin the dentist is alr horrifying on its own&lt;br /&gt;its not making anything better when the clinic calls u to remind you,&lt;br /&gt;remind you of the appointment u have and emphasising time and again&lt;br /&gt;'remember that ure gonna have an op this monday ok?'&lt;br /&gt;OP?! wth right?! wrong term used i swear&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go la. pls pls pls pls pls pls pls&lt;br /&gt;ok, i may seem like making a huge fuss over nothing BUT&lt;br /&gt;i'm really scared of the mofo dentist laaa(though this's the nicest one ive ever met)&lt;br /&gt;sigh. help with a capital H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, on a lighter note&lt;br /&gt;tmr's sticker hunting day man hahaha&lt;br /&gt;saph, my wallet damn sick now la&lt;br /&gt;later hunt hunt hunt then i only can see sial, cannot touch&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tanning in the morning with miss huang lol&lt;br /&gt;dont be late ah woman, ill try no to on my part HAH&lt;br /&gt;hopefully abit of pool squeezed in between hmmm&lt;br /&gt;budget day geor, budget day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about pool man sigh&lt;br /&gt;where's my pool kaki?&lt;br /&gt;i guess its gonna be damn hard to get u out like i did before aye?&lt;br /&gt;wah, those were the times man&lt;br /&gt;i met u like, 35748257 times a week&lt;br /&gt;pool pool pool till broke broke broke&lt;br /&gt;hahaha bad i know&lt;br /&gt;if  i say its been going on for that long, wud anyone believe?&lt;br /&gt;'rubbish geor', thats wad everyone'll think&lt;br /&gt;blablablabla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've been unable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To put you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still learning things I ought to know by now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's under the table so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need something more to show somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114079533535851314?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-114062767456794030</id><published>2006-02-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:01:14.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hk wasnt all that great afterall&lt;br /&gt;and cuz ur trip is paid/subsidized, uve to play maria when u get home&lt;br /&gt;WOW! fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;rah hahahaha im high on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks to all who remembered the 16th&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i really dont think im very much remembered at all&lt;br /&gt;so no words are enough to say how sweet it was of u guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain has been workin pretty furiously the past few days&lt;br /&gt;maybe a t-shirt with no sweater on at 11degrees does weird things to it&lt;br /&gt;hahaha strange weather there man but oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was just wondering, when u take a sudden interest in&lt;br /&gt;wanting to understand someone u barely know better,&lt;br /&gt;does that mean u fancy the person?&lt;br /&gt;and if thats true, does it mean we only open ourselves to options/people&lt;br /&gt;that we do not regard as close friends, reason being,&lt;br /&gt;that there isnt anymore of the person for u to learn about,&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to surprise u with, nothing of the mystery left to make u pry deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does everything mentioned above remove the possibilty of falling for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;as in when u think u have taken a liking for a friend, it means only to be a mistake in disguise&lt;br /&gt;that u have mixed wad went into the right brain with the left,&lt;br /&gt;simply being, that everything's just a confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well honestly, i cant help but admit i used to agree with that&lt;br /&gt;now, i just have to think otherwise&lt;br /&gt;ure not left with much of a choice cuz u finally realised that actually,&lt;br /&gt;uve got both feet stuck in that kinda situation&lt;br /&gt;that the strangest things doesnt just happen to weathers and chickens,&lt;br /&gt;it happens to your very own self too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, this spells bad&lt;br /&gt;hmm oh well geor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-114062767456794030?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/114062767456794030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=114062767456794030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114062767456794030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/114062767456794030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/02/hk-wasnt-all-that-great-afterall-and.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113955521125555264</id><published>2006-02-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:06:51.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 2.40 on my clock and like the past few days, i'm sitting in front of the com&lt;br /&gt;staring, well, definitely very blankly and annoyed at the screen&lt;br /&gt;noone's home. even if anyone was, it'd feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i complain alot and thats a fact&lt;br /&gt;and my dog stinks cuz i haven bathed it for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;im not lazy, its just my mum&lt;br /&gt;who prefers to bring it for grooming cuz she wants him shaved&lt;br /&gt;saving me all the hassle so, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel very much like going outdoors but..&lt;br /&gt;stingy geor doesnt wish to spend money cuz she needs to save&lt;br /&gt;therefore she hasnt met anyone in a million yrs&lt;br /&gt;ok not exactly, i went to lin's hse last sat but still&lt;br /&gt;i haven officially met anyone out for anythin in about a month or more?&lt;br /&gt;record broken definitely, my record i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn lookin forward to next week though&lt;br /&gt;i mean like i really wouldnt mind skipping the next 5 days man&lt;br /&gt;yes, including valentines cuz a lonely one its gonna be haha&lt;br /&gt;and after the trip, there'll most likely be nothing to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;no i guess there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its working towards saving enough for the bloody course i want&lt;br /&gt;have been talkin for a yr and wasted it too&lt;br /&gt;so now, pls geor, get down to it before u get ur butt kicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my mums reaching so its time i go get that cute ass perv shaved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113955521125555264?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113955521125555264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113955521125555264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113955521125555264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113955521125555264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113951053186373996</id><published>2006-02-10T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:42:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I woke up early this morning around 4am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left to say, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went out driving trying to clear my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is not knowing what we could have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we should have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SoTake your records, take your freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, I'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While you're sleeping with your pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on with my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take your records, take your freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your space and all your reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take your cap and leave my sweater&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause we got nothing left to weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're gonna think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh someday baby, someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keith urban - you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some new song discovered from the grammys&lt;br /&gt;country somemore haha&lt;br /&gt;but pretty easy on the ears&lt;br /&gt;nice haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored staying home all day like seriously&lt;br /&gt;i need things to do&lt;br /&gt;and mahjong sounds really good hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i sound like such an addict cuz i talk about it almost every entry&lt;br /&gt;well, im just, bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be gettin a job soon though&lt;br /&gt;sometime late feb i guess&lt;br /&gt;-pokes eyeballs- dammit im fcuking bored&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113951053186373996?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113951053186373996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113951053186373996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113951053186373996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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constructive&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i think i should start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive been watching this show lately&lt;br /&gt;taught me to pay more attention to people around me, such as my mum&lt;br /&gt;not that i haven been giving her enough attention&lt;br /&gt;but not to the right things that i should have been&lt;br /&gt;and of course, many other people too&lt;br /&gt;thus my vegetating at home (words of j) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i dun wanna just not wake up one day and regret not having done things i couldve&lt;br /&gt;for people who are like so imp around me&lt;br /&gt;and pls dont think i sound like an idiot or sound so corny&lt;br /&gt;cuz god knows wad will happen the next min man&lt;br /&gt;even DUCKS and CHICKENS get FLU la please&lt;br /&gt;and and and dogs wear DIAMOND chains i cannot even afford&lt;br /&gt;like wth la, so ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His mother whispers quietly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven's not a place that you go when you die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So live for the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take this advice, live by every word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is just a hoax so forget anything that you have heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And live for the moment now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spill canvas - the tide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113881716795571459?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113881716795571459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113881716795571459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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template's still lookin a lil odd&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whatever =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issit just me or issit true that there's this hermit flu running around?&lt;br /&gt;cuz ive been feelin all sluggish and i-dont-wanna-meet-the-world thingy&lt;br /&gt;still, i went out today haha&lt;br /&gt;cuz amanda's back and so damn unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;she wasn present for today's dinner. big RAH&lt;br /&gt;haha cuz she's sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was nice seein everyone, as usual&lt;br /&gt;and isnt it fast? jiasheng's enlisting on saturday&lt;br /&gt;like whoa, damn fast laa cannot accept ah haha&lt;br /&gt;and they gossiped and bitched and what not&lt;br /&gt;not quite used to going out in such a big group though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna mahjong ah. sigh&lt;br /&gt;no khakis.&lt;br /&gt;anyone available???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and theres something that puzzled me today&lt;br /&gt;why is there always this sense of satisfaction when we have knowledge on something that others have no clue about? in all honesty, i feel it. when i'm able to answer something others cant or like when i know something someone doesnt.yet the sense of satsfaction isnt something that i'm like proud of. instead i'm ashamed for that 'satisfaction' i get. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe this doesnt make much sense to anyone of u so ya. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;just some random thoughts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it doesn't seem that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But maybe it's the perfect day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though the bills are piling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if we'd only open our eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd see the blessings in disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That all the rain clouds are fountains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though our troubles seem like mountains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't lose heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give the day a chance to start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every now and then life says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you think you're going so fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're apt to think it cruel but sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a case of cruel to be kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if we'd get up off our knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why then we'd see the forest for the trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'd see the new sun rising&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the hills on the horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't lose faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give the world a chance to say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A word or two, my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no telling how the day might end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll never know until we see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That there's gold in them hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't lose heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give the day a chance to start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin ft Ron Sexsmith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113648201721234062?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113608841137612906</id><published>2006-01-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:14:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 2006 people!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and guess how i spent my new yrs eve yday&lt;br /&gt;stayed home for dinner and watched tv -_-&lt;br /&gt;pancakes for breakfast, sleep for lunch and then dinner by me&lt;br /&gt;had no 'i wanna get out and celebrate' kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;but i must say i'm very very happy that its come to an end for 2005&lt;br /&gt;though i must be really thankful for the people ive met/known&lt;br /&gt;theyve all like made differences to matters concerning 360 degress of my life&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i was lacking any single one of u guys,&lt;br /&gt;things would definitely have been worse so, ThankYouVeryMuch =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 was one of the nastiest yr i had (ok, ive only had 18 yrs la, so?!)&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully this brand new 2006 is gonna set things right haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry, rah&lt;br /&gt;ahaha =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113608841137612906?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113608841137612906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113608841137612906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113608841137612906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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PSP&lt;br /&gt;ok, i''m damn slow but still,&lt;br /&gt;the moment zhiming was playing it today i knew it, that was it&lt;br /&gt;i want!!!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the whole work issue to be settled asap&lt;br /&gt;cant take it anymore, RAH&lt;br /&gt;gettin me on my nerves and hmm..&lt;br /&gt;oh i want narnia-ing tmr too&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i sound like a brat but like we all know,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113527938088613301?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113527938088613301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113527938088613301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113440341800340109</id><published>2005-12-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:03:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flour-bathed last night&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. sue's 21 birthday ah&lt;br /&gt;she had a flour + pepsi + water + mango tea attack&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i love my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;not all of course, not with all these hidden arrows flying around&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i majorly wasted my off day away, again&lt;br /&gt;ive a wisdom tooth coming out RAH&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm afraid of dentists REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my four walls speak of details i cant afford, every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113379735503526339</id><published>2005-12-05T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:02:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can smell christmas alr&lt;br /&gt;well, u get wad i mean&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it, christmas is just but another day&lt;br /&gt;never really felt the 'warm' and 'giving' thingy people always talk about&lt;br /&gt;whats it really supposed to be about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;cuz i think everything's just becoming a practice&lt;br /&gt;its kinda like a habit, a have-to kinda thing and not totally by will?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, maybe its just me cuz ive never really celebrated it&lt;br /&gt;not even when i really wanted to&lt;br /&gt;anyway nothing good has ever really come outta it, for me&lt;br /&gt;doubt this year will be any exception&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i sldnt be thinking too much bout it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh has anyone caught 'prime' ?&lt;br /&gt;wah i feel like watching but someone told me it isnt too good, damn&lt;br /&gt;shit, so many movie to catch, so little time&lt;br /&gt;haiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo shit ah&lt;br /&gt;headache's back&lt;br /&gt;so back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i want for christmas..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking for eleven, that's just what I do,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not with you, my heart goes to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the bar, that's just where I'll be,&lt;br /&gt;Don't try and come find me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm already dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one eye tied upon the open road,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your presence and I can't let it go&lt;br /&gt;It moves so slowly as it creeps into my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Steals every breath I have and leaves my heart behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what you're feeling if you're feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear if you still care&lt;br /&gt;The last time I remember you was the last time I wasn't scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night starts fadin' and the mornin' arrives,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna still feel you around&lt;br /&gt;Will you creep into my head again and pick me up off the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Once more, tell me what you're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;you can't see through today&lt;br /&gt;Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;you can't see through today&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere left to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm out here all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Just one in a million stuck with no place left to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear steps up to me with every move that I make&lt;br /&gt;Following close behind my soul it wants to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what you're feeling if you're feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear if you still care&lt;br /&gt;The last time I remember you was the last time I wasn't scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night starts fadin' and the mornin' arrives&lt;br /&gt;I wanna still feel you around&lt;br /&gt;Will you creep into my head again and pick me up off the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Once more, tell me what you're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;you can't see through today&lt;br /&gt;Gotta try, gotta try for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;you can't see through today&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere left to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking for eleven, that's just what I do,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not with you, my heart goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad caddies - drinking for 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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finish it cus the place is closing&lt;br /&gt;hoegaarden hoeggarden hoegarrden&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how to spell, shit haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished mahjonging and ya, basically i won like 20cents?!&lt;br /&gt;sian only hahaha&lt;br /&gt;poor them, ive a feeling the booth will be understaffed tmr&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. cuz the two late kings are bound to oversleep&lt;br /&gt;while the late queen, yours truly, has no work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathing the dog tmr&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can attempt styling my dog's fur before that&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. oh no, i hope noone from spca reads this&lt;br /&gt;yeah right, like i bear to abuse my dog, he burnt a hole in my pocket la&lt;br /&gt;since noone's willing to buy his stuff&lt;br /&gt;TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost 5 and i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i wanna catch saw2!&lt;br /&gt;who who who who who&lt;br /&gt;who wants to catch it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to bring my kitchen to work&lt;br /&gt;plus a tv set oh, how bout throwing in a xbox?&lt;br /&gt;that'd be perfect&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113372941848374295?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113372941848374295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113372941848374295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113372941848374295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113372941848374295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-starting-to-enjoy-work-haha-how-can.html' 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tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;its pretty old though&lt;br /&gt;wah, chee ko pek of a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the worst week ever, the past 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;shit just have to happen, like they always do&lt;br /&gt;all sucks more when u have a bastard at home (no, not the dog)&lt;br /&gt;and when ure really emotional, it doesnt really help either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a huge ass sorry to jae for not showing up that night&lt;br /&gt;if u ever read this that is =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people&lt;br /&gt;i haven seen alot of people&lt;br /&gt;i have an irrregular schedule&lt;br /&gt;how am i supp to find these people?&lt;br /&gt;people, people, people, people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling very detached&lt;br /&gt;regarding alot of stuffs AND people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change more often than not&lt;br /&gt;faster than u can catch em&lt;br /&gt;but then there are just these things&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how much time uve given them&lt;br /&gt;how hard uve tried for it to go/evolve/mutate/evaporate&lt;br /&gt;theyre still lying there&lt;br /&gt;making all your efforts seem like dust in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and basically this whole entry is not linked in any way&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm getting more random each day&lt;br /&gt;and i shoot profanities(??) at people everyday&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wouldnt hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;i highly doubt it, since its supp to be considered blunt and all&lt;br /&gt;RAH, i'm NOT makin any sense at all la&lt;br /&gt;good night la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113336317937416309?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113336317937416309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>what other wonderful way to spend your off day besides sleeping in all day&lt;br /&gt;with flu, sore throat, slight temp and cough&lt;br /&gt;top it off with a splitting headache and swollen gums&lt;br /&gt;splendid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i managed to get my ass outta the hse yday&lt;br /&gt;when things werent this bad&lt;br /&gt;please dont watch 'just like heaven' unless,&lt;br /&gt;youre the sort who loves drama mama scenes and super predictable plots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my day calculating my pay&lt;br /&gt;yes, in saph's words, i'm auntified&lt;br /&gt;and after deducting this and that&lt;br /&gt;all those i need to pay (including my mum pls)&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with THIS amount of money, how to save?&lt;br /&gt;how to learn driving? how to this/that/here/there??!&lt;br /&gt;damn demoralizing. RAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, at least its a new working environment&lt;br /&gt;though we all should know how much i LIKE it&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm less sheltered now so ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jed, i do not like INDIAN CUISINE, thank you&lt;br /&gt;i cant take spicy food mind you&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tekka for two more days&lt;br /&gt;most prolly mustafa after&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lead a boring life&lt;br /&gt;RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning what to contrast &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; against&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113172093839287688?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113172093839287688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113086382440610024</id><published>2005-11-02T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:50:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyo. i cant think of anything suddenyly to blog when the thoughts were flowing like mad&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw people today but most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;i saw shuhiang ah&lt;br /&gt;hahaha pri school friend man&lt;br /&gt;oh my, its been so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tiring balls man, at work&lt;br /&gt;can u believe that there're actually booth/kiosk that has NO CHAIRS?!&lt;br /&gt;and its operating hrs is like 10 - 10&lt;br /&gt;so we happily stood there twisting and twisting our poor feet&lt;br /&gt;flyers giving out too, ive learnt to take whatever flyers come my way next time&lt;br /&gt;irritating like mad when they reject you ok&lt;br /&gt;and bored us started people watching&lt;br /&gt;no cute guy/hot girls&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113086382440610024?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113086382440610024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113086382440610024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113086382440610024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113086382440610024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/11/aiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113077860792740343</id><published>2005-11-01T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:10:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now's the big day and.&lt;br /&gt;things dont even look one tenth the same&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still strikes at where it hurts best&lt;br /&gt;ever as accurate&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, its very sleep depriving&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me eat my words&lt;br /&gt;i dont exactly like that. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, seoul garden-ed away with the sis today&lt;br /&gt;went to her sch to help collect her report slip&lt;br /&gt;and the asshole of a clerk refused&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, managed to get it in the end&lt;br /&gt;i felt like we were carnivores for the day&lt;br /&gt;cuz all we had was meat meat and more meat&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i should go vegeterian tmr&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yeah right, like i can ever make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a shade, come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying to live without you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying to live without you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time you left I said goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there's not a prayer that can survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as there's a breath...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying and I can't live without you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as there's a breath...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying and I can't live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Dying and I can't live without you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five for fighting - dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that goes well's supposed to end well, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy deepavali everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 1st nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113077860792740343?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113077860792740343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113077860792740343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that I could follow through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that your love is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And deep as the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the shores of freedom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when we first met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything was still a bet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In love's game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would call; I'd call you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I'd leave a message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On your answering machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the shores of freedom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom run away tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom, freedon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run away run away tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're made out of blood and rust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for someone to trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without A fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that you came too soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the honey and the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lights up my night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could follow you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the shores of freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run away tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run awayRun away tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got too much time to kill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like pigeons on my windowsill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hang around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since I've been with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the time I've falling down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now I wish I could follow you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the shores of freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where no one lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joseph arthur - honey and the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad&lt;br /&gt;for not meeting up with people i should be&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geor is too broke la&lt;br /&gt;to even feel like steppin out&lt;br /&gt;cuz it only means spendin money&lt;br /&gt;since when have i become sucha stingy ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not feeling very good today&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113061395709245307?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113061395709245307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113061395709245307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113061395709245307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113061395709245307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-know-why-im-still-afraid-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113043906211755499</id><published>2005-10-28T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T02:51:02.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand you and i think i'm giving up trying&lt;br /&gt;isnt that all great then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be happy to have things the way they were a week ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm shit hungry&lt;br /&gt;die, no food and no dinner&lt;br /&gt;gastric rocks balls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113043906211755499?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113043744874741709</id><published>2005-10-28T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T02:24:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola! yet another sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;had training today and i swear i felt like i was back in sch&lt;br /&gt;secondary sch if u must know&lt;br /&gt;boring but since we're paid for it, it sldnt hurt too much la&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet noone will ever be able to guess where i'm posted to&lt;br /&gt;TEKKA MALL&lt;br /&gt;how nice really. ive never really appreciated wet markets&lt;br /&gt;and its so ulu-mama i'm so gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;talk about crying, ALL my songs are gone&lt;br /&gt;i'm really upset bout it la ok&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to talk bout work, thank goodness tekka mall's kiosk is only for a month&lt;br /&gt;so after a month, ill be sent to random kiosks around&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not mustafa, ill prolly hang myself if i get it&lt;br /&gt;wait, but they have nice pratas and thosais i wanna try&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently starhaub is catering to like these foreigners&lt;br /&gt;who uses prepaid cards so that explains for all the weird addresses&lt;br /&gt;i hope itll be fun, the new job and all&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for calling u closet jed really. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ive never meant it. dont blame me if u ever change lanes. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and ive this song stuck in my head now&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to dj SAPH hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;since she wants the credits right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'll never go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i'm damn damn sad la&lt;br /&gt;sorry, still in mourning mode&lt;br /&gt;all my songs&lt;br /&gt;ok, off to cry&lt;br /&gt;RAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow, 4 more days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113043744874741709?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-113009406024780622</id><published>2005-10-24T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T03:01:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its weird how things run in circles&lt;br /&gt;and the way u look at your brand new, few yrs old pair of shoe&lt;br /&gt;seemingly new, yet old to the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so neither nor, either or&lt;br /&gt;not here, but aint there too&lt;br /&gt;smacked in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like insomnia in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;no longer equipped with the ability to set things apart,&lt;br /&gt;for awhile at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;oh well, on a lighter note&lt;br /&gt;i had a haircut today! uhh, again i mean.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. in the comfort of my own house&lt;br /&gt;which explains for a considerably huge patch of a hole on my head&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness its not a deadly kinda patch, if not?!&lt;br /&gt;foo yo. i'll be a nun or just imprison myself at home man&lt;br /&gt;-_- these are the consequences of being stingy and cutting your own hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but quite fun la&lt;br /&gt;haven done so for really long&lt;br /&gt;haha, i just need practise la please&lt;br /&gt;heh, anyone willin to let me experiment?&lt;br /&gt;guinea pigs? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone reads hard enough,&lt;br /&gt;den you'll be able to tell i'm trying to make my entry sound more..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, less down?&lt;br /&gt;cuz my sis complained and i'm trying to prove her wrong la&lt;br /&gt;she claimed in every 10 of my entries, 8 are depressing&lt;br /&gt;so ya, i guess my efforts are noticeable&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. stupid i know&lt;br /&gt;but it isnt very nice to sound blahblah all the time&lt;br /&gt;its contagious i realised so, i'm tryin to be a considerate blogger&lt;br /&gt;for now at least heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep, help&lt;br /&gt;maybe i sld start lookin for 24 hrs helpline&lt;br /&gt;cure me of my sleeping probs as and when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to work!&lt;br /&gt;how exciting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113009406024780622?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113009406024780622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113009406024780622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113009406024780622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ten cents twenty cents only ok&lt;br /&gt;seriously, lady luck shining so damn friggin brightly&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats kinda making me crave for more mahjong -_-&lt;br /&gt;bad i know but ive only got less than a week left before work!&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say, its only wise to make full use of it&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finished the whole 'prince turn into frog' show already&lt;br /&gt;chiong evrything this morning from 4am to 9am&lt;br /&gt;then 9 pm to 2 am&lt;br /&gt;sleepin break in between&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feelin lazy to leave the house&lt;br /&gt;die, supp to meet Mr Closet tmr somemore&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha thank goodness he doesnt read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draining day i swear&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;back to my lifeless nights&lt;br /&gt;and super 'happening' days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights all human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smoke curls through my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These one night stands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are making me crazy I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning I'll go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crowds in the rain all passing by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith gone from your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each word it flies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking you further away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And come that day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't no easy way to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as I watch you leave I stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my house of straw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everywhere I go I find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things recollecting to my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How right it all could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith gone from your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each word it flies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straight to the heart and I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't no easy way to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as I watch you leave I stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside my house of straw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everywhere I go I find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things recollecting to my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How right it all could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy way to cry - david gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know no words to share it with anyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the boundaries of language i silently curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-113000822967214277?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/113000822967214277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=113000822967214277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113000822967214277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/113000822967214277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-day-full-of-sleep-and-something.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-112972941669455920</id><published>2005-10-20T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:43:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bittersweet day we have here&lt;br /&gt;neither constructive nor productive&lt;br /&gt;are they supp to mean the same anyway?&lt;br /&gt;haha. but bottomline, i was uhh.. happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're many things pointless to say and needless to do&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, they just happen to be those better left unsaid kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;so in a way, its good. right?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, geor is nonsense today&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear this is gonna be a temporary mood man&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still feelin broke&lt;br /&gt;-death stare-&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-112972941669455920?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/112972941669455920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=112972941669455920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112972941669455920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112972941669455920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/10/bittersweet-day-we-have-here-neither.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-112966145974293554</id><published>2005-10-19T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T02:50:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a piece of sentimental shit, sue me for that&lt;br /&gt;even my attorney's confused regardin my stand,&lt;br /&gt;prosecutor or defendant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body clock is screwed once again, die&lt;br /&gt;how am i ever supp to get my hands on my big breakfast?!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i need new interesting games&lt;br /&gt;not the lousy pokai ones i'm playing now&lt;br /&gt;and another book&lt;br /&gt;saph, where're you? hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shoppin, on air?&lt;br /&gt;too broke to even mention the word, 'shop'&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna embrace work when it comes&lt;br /&gt;and kiss boring nights away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a positive scab thats never healing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-112966145974293554?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/112966145974293554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=112966145974293554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112966145974293554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112966145974293554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-piece-of-sentimental-shit-sue-me.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-112951757239721760</id><published>2005-10-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:52:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chilly morning!&lt;br /&gt;even the wall feels cold to touch&lt;br /&gt;brrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised i only had 6hrs sleep&lt;br /&gt;thats barely wad i'd call sufficient&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of waking up at hours that'll cause me to miss big breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;no way, i'm gonna try waking up slightly earlier for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i sound like sucha glutton here&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not&lt;br /&gt;its just a craving&lt;br /&gt;cuz that was supp to be breakfast with sis yday&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep till 9 am last morning&lt;br /&gt;i sldnt have succumbed(is spelling right?) to the temptation&lt;br /&gt;rah, caused me to miss my big breakfast&lt;br /&gt;and me making making a fool of myself yet again in fronta sis&lt;br /&gt;i mumbled something like&lt;br /&gt;'u think i walk very fast ah?' (???)  to her when she attempted waking me up&lt;br /&gt;hahaha rubbish man seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think lihua called me&lt;br /&gt;asked if i wanted to like go out or something&lt;br /&gt;damn, i mustve replied her with garbage man&lt;br /&gt;cuz ive no clue wad i said to her&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;geor is drunk when she's sleepy&lt;br /&gt;she spouts nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a nice morning&lt;br /&gt;jack johnson in the background&lt;br /&gt;is making everything better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning guys&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-112951757239721760?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/112951757239721760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love the lil sis who looks a yr older than i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;this is basically an entry to reply your statement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and no, i'm not trying to be sweet here either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;its just to tell u in a less awkward manner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;alternatively,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i could just continue waking u up in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mess ur stuffs up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;talk like a speaker while ure on the phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;act like a total airhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and drown u in my evil laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;not for anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;except the kicks to see u start pulling ur hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;omg, geor is like how sweet pls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;though she said she's not trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ok, off to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;morning everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-112922995290534130</id><published>2005-10-14T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T02:59:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah. embarrassing shit man&lt;br /&gt;i called jed, or did i not.&lt;br /&gt;and texted him rubbish that he better not spill&lt;br /&gt;and basically made a fool of myself in fronta j and my sis&lt;br /&gt;see j, i told u i sldve stayed home. rahh&lt;br /&gt;at least then, i can be sure i wun be leaving trails of puke on my way back&lt;br /&gt;but thanks anyway for sending me home&lt;br /&gt;i didnt lose my phone this time, just my GLASSES&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i lost it is biting onto my poor heart now&lt;br /&gt;theyre like 4 months old?&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i missed my interview today cuz i was puking the whole morning&lt;br /&gt;whatever went in, came back right out&lt;br /&gt;sick stuff. shall spare the details&lt;br /&gt;had a temp so off to docs&lt;br /&gt;slept my day away&lt;br /&gt;damn productive i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job, some books (yes, youre not seeing stuffs) and things to do&lt;br /&gt;best if i can with as little money as possible&lt;br /&gt;geor is as much whiny and calculative&lt;br /&gt;as the aunties fighting battles with butchers and fishmongers in the market&lt;br /&gt;every penny counts!&lt;br /&gt;i want my free spring onion and chilli!&lt;br /&gt;maybe some garlic too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored shit and maple is taking eternity to patch&lt;br /&gt;or whatever its called&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stand the way i get so sentimental&lt;br /&gt;so much for,&lt;br /&gt;'im not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentine'&lt;br /&gt;like look who's talking man&lt;br /&gt;shut up geor&lt;br /&gt;nothing good comes outta this trap of yours&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;i feel like tanning, again&lt;br /&gt;since it rained on serene and i yesterday&lt;br /&gt;hahaha oh! and there was this naked lady in the toilet la&lt;br /&gt;omfg like pls&lt;br /&gt;i felt as though some dirt or whatever pierced into my eyes or something&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the cubicles were empty, all waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;yet u just happily strip yourself bare and change right outside the entrance&lt;br /&gt;hello?! thats not exactly a very good way to exhibit yourself&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i mean if ure lke hot HOT den i hafta keep quiet cuz its your choice to showcase yourself&lt;br /&gt;but thing is, youre not!&lt;br /&gt;wahh embarrassin max&lt;br /&gt;even if youre not, i was and so was serene&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick u know some people&lt;br /&gt;and die, ive a sudden craving&lt;br /&gt;for fruits&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;how random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-112922995290534130?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/112922995290534130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=112922995290534130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112922995290534130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112922995290534130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/10/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-112904720583982116</id><published>2005-10-12T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:18:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the most dramatic days spent ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the worse way i'd ever wanna wake up to&lt;br /&gt;the call cemented my heart&lt;br /&gt;the sight just pinned me down like a helpless child&lt;br /&gt;i darent look too much&lt;br /&gt;the consequences of staring was unbearable&lt;br /&gt;stole a glance more or two before leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hear myself beat in my ears&lt;br /&gt;emotions dying to escape my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and words locked up at my throat&lt;br /&gt;i was in absolutely no position to tell you anything&lt;br /&gt;the custody of that extra portion of care and fear was not mine,&lt;br /&gt;not today, not for a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was filled with little songs u sang and played and the faces u made&lt;br /&gt;and cuz of their presence,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid, not tonight, not now&lt;br /&gt;cuz they mean everything, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all i'm left with, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we can no longer fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we can never return to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once we begin to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;through the eyes up over heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would you ever return to me in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not afraid of you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you turned away they will all fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we can no longer try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the time that i cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one's heard this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no voice resounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one's around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what i have become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not afraid of you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not afraid tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your stars glowing bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i know i'll reach that light again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remy zero - i'm not afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-112904720583982116?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/112904720583982116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=112904720583982116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112904720583982116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112904720583982116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/10/most-dramatic-days-spent-ever-was.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-112896269367321243</id><published>2005-10-11T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:44:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>removed the previous entry&lt;br /&gt;man it just didnt make sense to me after&lt;br /&gt;haha. i wonder if i was high on air or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great sat at danielle's place&lt;br /&gt;steamboat, mahjong (after wad seemed like eternity), and some games&lt;br /&gt;but, i just cudnt stand the dog, HER dog&lt;br /&gt;omfg it was like the most irritating creature then&lt;br /&gt;oops, sorry danielle but u know its not just me who thinks that&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;we bought food as though they were for pigs&lt;br /&gt;but wad more can we ask when its an auntie we went shoppin wit&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing happened today&lt;br /&gt;i caught a movie at 10.30 AM with......&lt;br /&gt;turtle. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;who wud ever believe that, i cudn either&lt;br /&gt;honestly, there were moments whereby i really regretted but still&lt;br /&gt;its a good start to patching things up, i guess&lt;br /&gt;and he went for the interview with me too la&lt;br /&gt;paid for the fare, which was my purpose for askin him along&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. evil but hello?!&lt;br /&gt;its not wrong for a father to pay for her daughter right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, things strange happened&lt;br /&gt;the whole conversation, my postion and part i'm playin now&lt;br /&gt;damn odd&lt;br /&gt;its like ive nv ever thought it'd come to this but it did&lt;br /&gt;well not that its any bad but just strange, for a start&lt;br /&gt;i realised my first impressions can be really bad sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to others i mean, my first impression of em&lt;br /&gt;woops&lt;br /&gt;better late than never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 movies in a day is wrong, to me now at least&lt;br /&gt;i'm broke peanuts for whatever's sake&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;geor has changed&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure everyone will be able to tell&lt;br /&gt;once u meet her out of hse&lt;br /&gt;oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scary how u never learn&lt;br /&gt;and whatever youve gotten yourself into now&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i understand why&lt;br /&gt;yet most of the time, its washed away by endless head-shaking&lt;br /&gt;u know well enough that for whats happening now,&lt;br /&gt;ure the one going through the shittest shit&lt;br /&gt;but u have a choice&lt;br /&gt;make it, quick&lt;br /&gt;b4 more damage is done,&lt;br /&gt;to anyone of u&lt;br /&gt;i know this is absolutely none of my business&lt;br /&gt;but tell me, when can/have i ever been able to keep my nose outta ur affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;i sld start taking up courses&lt;br /&gt;something that helps to meditate&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;does yoga has that effect?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;all these are bull man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a shout through an empty sanctuary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-112896269367321243?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/112896269367321243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12784720&amp;postID=112896269367321243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112896269367321243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12784720/posts/default/112896269367321243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/2005/10/removed-previous-entry-man-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>incubo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175617786133644657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12784720.post-112828131408737623</id><published>2005-10-03T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T03:48:57.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i just wish i still have the mentality of what i had when a kid&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm sure all do, at some point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like nothing felt too hard to learn&lt;br /&gt;nothing seemed too impossible to take on&lt;br /&gt;nothing was too hard to speak of&lt;br /&gt;we just had our way to thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simplicity of not knowing too much&lt;br /&gt;the privilege of having more to learn and see&lt;br /&gt;and the pure excitement and interest we bear for things that were then new&lt;br /&gt;all washed away with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this doesnt go for everyone of course, just me&lt;br /&gt;for now at least&lt;br /&gt;all these funny thoughts are causing a major chain-crash in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be good if i can be given more time to sort things out,&lt;br /&gt;maybe even a second chance to attempt makin life work, den again&lt;br /&gt;more time might just condone my act of complicating wad was made simple&lt;br /&gt;and a sec chance might just watch me ruin everything once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wad is the point?&lt;br /&gt;maybe things are better now, than being able to give it a sec thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear its the free time thats causing this&lt;br /&gt;its robbing me of my humour&lt;br /&gt;and creasing my way of life&lt;br /&gt;i'd better iron things out soon&lt;br /&gt;before it pops another steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i have 'homework'&lt;br /&gt;it'll be submitted say, soon?&lt;br /&gt;haha. this's my style for doing work,&lt;br /&gt;D R A G&lt;br /&gt;sounds pretty interesting though&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;geor is smiling and she has no no clue why&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, she's trying to keep it&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe cuz mum's birthday's nearing&lt;br /&gt;shit. wait, sldnt that stress me further instead?&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;br /&gt;d e a d with a capital D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12784720-112828131408737623?l=incubo-rred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incubo-rred.blogspot.com/feeds/112828131408737623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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