<?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-5949737</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:07:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My LiFe My MeSs My BizZnIsS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112980974811450336</id><published>2005-10-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:02:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mind is made up, my mom has agreed, so I guess my official last day of RS IF all goes well will be next friday. Hmmx, I'm not gonna be too overly sentimental yet or anything cos I still have to go to Sembahwang Sec to see if da P. agrees to have me in or anything before I even make a decision... =) This means I get to take pure LIT! I know what I want, I know how to get there, the stupid thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112980974811450336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112980974811450336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112980974811450336' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112944455975163907</id><published>2005-10-16T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:35:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss my dad. ='(And goodness me, no he's not dead.I've not seen him since I was 12, that's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112944455975163907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112944455975163907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112944455975163907' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112921236991695229</id><published>2005-10-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:06:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DEDICATED THIS SONG TO ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME"Learn To Fly"When you feel the dream is over,Feel the world is on your shoulders,and you've lost the strength to carry on.Even though the walls may crumble,And you find you always stumble through,Remember never to surrender to the dark.Cos if you turn another page,You will see that's not the way, The story has to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112921236991695229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112921236991695229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112921236991695229' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112920700232161102</id><published>2005-10-13T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:36:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please note something. I know that posting in blogger is a dangerous way to attract kaypohs and people who urm Care.. But IF I do not personally call you/im you/contact you in any ways, it means that I do not I repeat, do NOT feel like talking about my problems/fucked up life/issues. I hope you guys will cooperate with me on this because I just feel like ranting, call me PMS-ey or whatever but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112920700232161102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112920700232161102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112920700232161102' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112883970994382621</id><published>2005-10-09T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:38:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: April 6A birthday on the 6th of the month adds a tone of responsibility, helpfulness, and understanding to your natural inclinations.Those born on the sixth are more apt to be open and honest with everyone, and more caring about family and friends, too.This is a number associated with responsibility and caring - this birthday lends a degree of concern for others.What Does Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112883970994382621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112883970994382621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112883970994382621' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112869761826828735</id><published>2005-10-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:06:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Numb, emotionless. Nothing is passing through into my heart, except maybe for pain. I don't know what's going on with me. Is it the high stress level that I have placed upon myself so that I won't have to repeat my sec 3 life be it in RS or somewhere else? Sometimes I don't know anymore. Thinking hurts right now. I feel like doing something extreme like slamming my head against the wall just to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112869761826828735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112869761826828735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112869761826828735' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112834328651731237</id><published>2005-10-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:41:26.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't you see?Running, there you are, Running from me, from yourself Each time you come to me, You ask for my help, Yet... You throw it all back to my face I don't get you anymore, I swear I tried my best But whatever I do, It's not helping you is it? Or you wouldn't have tried suicide I'm sorry if I'm not a better friend, I'm sorry I couldn't help But can't you see? It's not up to me You have to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112834328651731237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112834328651731237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112834328651731237' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112833537776715931</id><published>2005-10-03T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:29:37.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gaah! I rilli shud be doing chemistry now. Max n I are like chatting thru emails.. Hmmz, I guess there's some stuffz in da pic that shudn't be left hanging yea? =)Da fam's getting more n more complicated each day. Smtms I juz don't understand. I try to but it fails. Oh well, too bad then. I should just get over it and live on right? No point spoiling my mood over things that can't be help. Gosh I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112833537776715931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112833537776715931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112833537776715931' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112826451052252739</id><published>2005-10-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:48:30.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've not been updating recently. Why? Cos I can't be bothered too... Life at home's starting to suck big time. I'm trying to count my blessings and not complain but sometimes I really think it's too much. Gaah, am really praying for the strength to be patient right now. I have an exam tomorrow and I'm not even asleep yet. There's just too many things in my head I guess...The only thing that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112826451052252739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112826451052252739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112826451052252739' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112800155985818546</id><published>2005-09-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:45:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH GOSH OH GOSH OH GOSH!!! I SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SOOOOO LOVE THIS SKIN!P.S. It was sooo perfect till I didn't need to edit it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112800155985818546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112800155985818546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112800155985818546' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112783812291345600</id><published>2005-09-28T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:22:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A message to the HIMKane? Max? Shit... You can't do this to me man! You can't just dissappear and reenter my life like that. I'm sick of that okay? Stick to the truth... No more half truths, no more lies no more nothing. I'm sick of it already kay? If you need psychiatric help, I can recommend them to you =)Okay on to my real entryToday went fairly okay, I think I screwed both my English and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112783812291345600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112783812291345600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112783812291345600' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112763070536930328</id><published>2005-09-25T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:46:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm... I guess I can say that this is the FIRST time in history that SHir is revising... Haha! I did NOT study for my PSLE. I did not ever do any self study. AND whoa! LOOk at her now! She's... on a STUDYING SPREE! Clap for me people. *Hears the invisible applause in my head* Oh well... I have to say that the only reason why I'm studying is because I don't wanna be stuck in RS for another bloody</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112763070536930328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112763070536930328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112763070536930328' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112753534493758532</id><published>2005-09-24T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:15:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An observation from friendster. Beware my sarcasm is fully loaded and ready to shoot straight into this entry...I'm quite amused and disgusted by some people in friendster.They go putting really CUTE display pics BUT goES around with very weird names like "queen of darkness" or whatever uncool gothic names that they can find...  I mean... Cummon,  you wanna claim that one and act all minah and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112753534493758532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112753534493758532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112753534493758532' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112738964053397493</id><published>2005-09-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:03:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Artist : Ben Moody f/ AnastaciaTitle :  Everything BurnsShe sits in her cornerSinging herself to sleepWrapped in all of the promises That no one seems to keep She no longer cries to herself No tears left to wash awayJust diaries of empty pagesFeelings gone a stray But she will singTil everything burnsWhile everyone screamsBurning their liesBurning my dreamsAll of this hateAnd all of this painI'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112738964053397493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112738964053397493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112738964053397493' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112731137384485603</id><published>2005-09-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:02:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beware... I'm gonna ramble... You don't wanna read go click the x button on the top right hand corner...Things are getting more and more complicated each day. Whenever I try to move on with my life, I get haunted by what happened in my past. It's like, I'm destined to never be happy ever again. I remembered once a upon a time where I could smile all day long and the smiles were sincere, well, not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112731137384485603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112731137384485603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112731137384485603' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112722133138717342</id><published>2005-09-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:02:11.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waking up at half past six,Looking at the clock,Wishing that time could turn back,Yet knowing it never does,Take the clock in your hand,Turn the dial backwards,and as it turns anticlockwise,so does the time rush by,back... back... into yesteryearI see myself shrink alot shorterAnd things around me changeI'm not in the same room anymore,Big sister's still in bed&amp; then I see my mom and dadBoth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112722133138717342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112722133138717342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112722133138717342' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112721140541421416</id><published>2005-09-20T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:16:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, I just changed my skin... Hafta head over to the doctor later... Sore eyes... Need something to get the redness out. I may like red as much as the next goth-influenced kid but it just doesn't look good on my eyes =P Haha! Okay, I'll stop crapping. I missed the malay oral. Shuckoz! Nvm, got mc per... Heez, no mood to write... Taa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112721140541421416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112721140541421416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112721140541421416' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112714116841611201</id><published>2005-09-19T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:03:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                     Nickelback    "Photograph"  Look at this photograph Everytime I do it makes me laugh How did our eyes get so red And what the hell is on Joey's head  And this is where I grew up I think the present owner fixed it up I never knew we'd ever went without The second floor is hard for sneaking out  And this is where I went to school Most of the time had better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112714116841611201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112714116841611201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112714116841611201' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112703839128376362</id><published>2005-09-18T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:49:39.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been more of a confusing day. There's been lotsa conflicting emotions going through my head... Or maybe it's because of the lack of sleep... Haha! Had ta wait for Dhiya's comp to finish downloading Nickelback- Photograph for' I could sleep and that was at uhh 1.30 am? Den I couldn't sleep cos da cat was SOOOO noisy in da toilet. She shit-ed in my room and I gave her one helluva smack on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112703839128376362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112703839128376362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112703839128376362' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112697753719955951</id><published>2005-09-18T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:31:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went out with S³ just now... Haha we went to watch Syazana perform at Bedok lib... Sekali terserempak ngan Mimi... Haha! Was so unexpected sey! Oh and Arshad was performing as well. Ahaha he's good with da guitar...Syaz was rilli good wif her dance! Menz.. cept for a tiny mistake that she made which I - not being the professional missed- but which Mimi saw... LoLx... After that, syaz said that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112697753719955951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112697753719955951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112697753719955951' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112688866827644795</id><published>2005-09-17T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:37:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went out with my sister just now, she was late as usual. I was supposed to meet her at 3pm but what happened was that I got my butt to AMK at 3.20 only to realize that the SELENGE haven't even BATHED yet. *Shakes head* Some things will never change. Haha! Well, I had a good time chatting with Cheanea(my siz sec sch friend, eons ago). Cheanea was like "WAAAH! You're SOOO BIG ALREADY" the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112688866827644795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112688866827644795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688866827644795' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112678842439546789</id><published>2005-09-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:47:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MoRbIdItTyLet her crimson tears fall unto her faceWhen she's hidden behind the stageLet her smile be plastered crystal clearTo all those that surrounds her worldSlowly, surely as she flashed her bladeshe tries her best to fadeAway! Away from life itselfFlick, flick, hurrayTingling, loving this burning sensationAs she glides through her facadesThough life throws her lessons, they're not always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112678842439546789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112678842439546789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112678842439546789' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112678665780479356</id><published>2005-09-15T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:20:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Road Not Taken - Robert FrostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112678665780479356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112678665780479356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112678665780479356' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112662049574413165</id><published>2005-09-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:08:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People says that life is precious but sometimes i think i really need to know what is the meaning of it? Some say that your not meant to question and that if you do your just gonna waste the whole of it... So maybe I am, maybe I will but I don't understand how one lives on without knowing the full concept of it.Why are we born? What are we meant to do? Are things predestined? Is there a fate? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112662049574413165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112662049574413165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112662049574413165' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112653013893150333</id><published>2005-09-12T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:02:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need chocs... I need em to cheer me up... but horrors to horrors... I have a throat infection... BOOOO!!!! I need something to cheer me up bleargh!!! Ni aku tak suke nie... Owellz.. I'll bear with the depression for awhile... I feel like going on a writting spree.. Later arh... I took a day off today...  I'm still bonked out from NJRC.. My pulse rate according to my doc was 120++ So I'm gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112653013893150333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112653013893150333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112653013893150333' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112628544472297363</id><published>2005-09-10T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:04:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My deepest condolences to Shima and her family for their lost... I didn't get a chance to cry when I heard the news two days ago... Kak Ain (IJC) broke the news to me... I was stunned... and I controlled my tears and (tried) to keep my emotions in check whilst I was at NJRC... Finally broke down afterwards... Physically and mentally. Had palpitations in the bus... Last I checked my heartbeat was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112628544472297363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112628544472297363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628544472297363' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112418122218739547</id><published>2005-08-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:33:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life has been kinda full of its ups and downs lately. Oh well... I don't know... Lets just say that stress has only one way of expressing itself on this kid. I mean yeaaa... I am trying to keep myself alive at the very least but some people aren't satisfied at just that... Ms. C. and a couple of other teachers have been saying smtg like I should learn how to cope yadayadayada. Oh well, I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112418122218739547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112418122218739547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112418122218739547' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112227963906475780</id><published>2005-07-25T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:20:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whee!!! daddy's buying me a COMPUTER!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and I'm finally gonna have INTERNET connection at home after SOOOOOOOOOOO long!!!!!!Okay I'm just esctatic... Hmmm they held the debates today.. I found it kinda dissapointing. I totally agree with hui zi.. They had too many examples and too little points.. They spent more time rebutting than stating out their main points lah.. That's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112227963906475780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112227963906475780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112227963906475780' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-112115669334547756</id><published>2005-07-12T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:24:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha am using da comp at *shhhhhhhhh* dont wanna say.. Alright... Life has been pureety much okay this few days... Haha hmmmx i got loads of poems that I'm lazy to type in... DAYMN I MISS MAKING BLOG LAYOUTS!!!!!!! Sedih sedih sedih!!!! Wahida says that I'm starting to "insaf" by not copying homeworks as much as I did. LoLx. Welll..... Lyke I said.. I HAFTA have a purpose when living my life...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112115669334547756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/112115669334547756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112115669334547756' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111649001687975529</id><published>2005-05-19T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:06:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The school comp sucked ever since they started putting in all doze BLARDY BLOCKS! I mean hello!!! I tried to access DICTIONARY.COM n it said ACCESS DENIED. Kepala otak kau arh access denied... ppl chat at msn u dont care.. ppl wanna go dictionary u make a fucking big fuss... HELLO?! Da werld is blind... SHEEEEEESH!!!!!At the lib now.... cos i got sooo pissed off with the comps after it wont lemme</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111649001687975529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111649001687975529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111649001687975529' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111519769609548086</id><published>2005-05-04T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:08:16.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never study history die die die... shit shit shit. i ate slept and dreamt ss yesterday..... haha even woke up thinking of ss for today.. whoops... went to istana.... okay lah.... i just think that they wasted SOOOO much space on that place... I mean.. HELLO! They're killing all the monkeys at the upper pierce reservoir and you get to have a GOLF COURSE at the Istana? *Rolls eyes* Urghhh.. Humans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111519769609548086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111519769609548086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111519769609548086' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111475716248914003</id><published>2005-04-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:46:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha using the chembalancer with wahida right now. She's busy solving! LoLx. I completed one whole round redi.. now her turn arh... Life has been filled with ups and downs lately. I'm like talking to myself alot. Actually, I don't really talk to myself lah.. More of like I have a split personality haha. Kinda irritating though cos sometimes there's just like too many voices in your head and you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111475716248914003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111475716248914003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111475716248914003' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111458732001945566</id><published>2005-04-27T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:35:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh wellz... da librarians are kinda strict nowadays aye? It's easier to access friendster in da com lab... Sheesh nitz. But da comp lab is waaaaay too bloody noisy. Da juniors dere were lyk playin catchin da last time i went so wont even try. LoL! Hmmm... Whut can I say? Mr CCL can be ok one to one arh.. but im still learning NTG bout de blardy subj.. *grumbles* Urghh. Ohhh and de fcking news is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111458732001945566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111458732001945566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111458732001945566' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111406877626426509</id><published>2005-04-21T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:32:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay since Arif keeps saying that i start with the location of where i am blogging... i'll just say this.. am updating it in school. WAHAHAHAHA. Kay.... ze counsellor's getting lotsa sh*t from me. I pity her. I bully a 50 yr old woman. Waddafck shir waddafck! Ahahahaha. But yea.... She asks questions which i dont wanna answer soooooooooooooo instead of RUDELY telling her to fck off... I change </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111406877626426509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111406877626426509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111406877626426509' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111336946956338090</id><published>2005-04-13T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:17:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am in the school comp lab ryte now. Am okay lah.... Physically. To all those of ya involved, I extend my sincere apologies. Buat susah korang ajer.... Take care of urselves aight... Fer dose of ya who know... Harap harapkan that ya keep it to yerselves. Thank you.Am back from da long break from school but am still lyk asking mahself whuttafck am doing here. Aite am crazy. Ya guys know it redi. Am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111336946956338090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111336946956338090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111336946956338090' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111208310147951661</id><published>2005-03-29T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T15:58:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>@ the school lib right now.. COMPS HERE ARE SO BLARDY SUCKY!!! I swear its darn slow! Slower den my p3 laptop! Man do i miss not having the net at home.. Gonna bug sis to get it...Ooooh and avril's concert's comin up... Trying to persuade sis to like get me da tickets as a 4 days advance b'dae gift... doubt it'll work... Owellz... I STILL WANT MY TARROT CARDS!!! Nefertari.. Read up about her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111208310147951661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111208310147951661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111208310147951661' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111139686580602838</id><published>2005-03-21T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:21:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are under considerable stress and you are almost about to 'blow your top' but you are fortunate enough to be able to exert control. Control is the name of the game and it is so good to realize that whatever the situation may be at this time - it will pass. You need to get away from everything for a while and if you do, you will find that, strangely enough, it will seem that most of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111139686580602838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111139686580602838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111139686580602838' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111139521455994631</id><published>2005-03-21T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:53:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the school comp lab now. Realized that daddy decided to call me instead of email to save me the hassle. THUS I have more time to update this shyte. Whatever-isms... Ake. School's aight lah. Oh and NUH is one blardy fucker! For da gods' sake! They made me go back there at 9AM just to tell me that my appointment was CANCELLED when I called like 45 mins earlier to ASK 'em what the appointment's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111139521455994631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111139521455994631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111139521455994631' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111053127628676057</id><published>2005-03-11T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:54:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man.. She's being a bitch now. Whateverism. She hates my dad. What to do. If she doesn't want me to contact him so be it.I'm falling, falling into this abyss of darkness which I cannot leave. There's an intoxicating urge to just stay here and not move at all. Yet, I know that I can't and that hurts.I'm pining, pining for things to be the way they used to be and yet there's this realization that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111053127628676057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111053127628676057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111053127628676057' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111038509213359822</id><published>2005-03-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:18:12.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Consumed by the darkness as the angels begin to callWill I stand in their presence or to my knees will I fall?Dazed in a trance as they slowly come nearScreaming and gleaming with beauty and fearAs one Angel came up to me and touched my faceShe smiled so sweetly and took my placeAs darkness passed through her and light through meShe fell to the floor dying for meAn Angel's death was taking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111038509213359822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111038509213359822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111038509213359822' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111038502713648640</id><published>2005-03-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:17:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current thoughts in my head1)"Life does not suck unless you suck at it" - Wahida2) Hakuna Matata - How to live up to it?3) My life is on its road going downhill4) I need to get out of depression mode.5) Why is it that we are all created? Is it some kind of stupid joke made by the gods? Or do we really have a purpose on this plane? If so what is our purpose?6) Too much philosophy screws you up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111038502713648640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111038502713648640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111038502713648640' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111010660347461522</id><published>2005-03-06T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T18:56:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Told by Ginger,Splinter in my heartIt's kind of sad reallyGuess I'm the sort who'll lingerWhen the credits rollI still can't leave a pictureThe picture I holdIn my heartIt makes me mad reallyWish I could blame a twisterOr a hurricane,Or my pesky sisterWish I could blame away this feelingIn my heartThere's reasons left to fightThere's you to kiss good nightHold on,Hold on tightIt makes me mad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111010660347461522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111010660347461522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111010660347461522' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-111004301196841662</id><published>2005-03-06T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:16:51.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's an uncertainty where nothing is ever sure,Things you do to make it betterGet's thrown right back into your face,You try to care, and yet you just cant,The ones that you love can't seem to understand you anymore,They all say you changed, but who wouldn't in such circumstances?You try not to care when you see them slam the door into your face,But the only reaction that your body does is to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111004301196841662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/111004301196841662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111004301196841662' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110985417741809297</id><published>2005-03-03T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:53:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Broken heart, shattered dreams,Searing pain and blood curling screams,Tears are spent, words all wastedUpon the ears that refuse to listenAnd then I sit here in the corner of my room,Crying, waiting, praying,wanting, needing,For someone to save me from this hole,Hurt, lost and angryKinda feel like she's been kicked in da dirt,But hey wadya knowNothing...Nothing at all bout what I feel deep inside</summary><link 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lightLead me to salvation"Unknown to me this were my calls,Calls to the divine for help,and the more I cried, the more I call,The more and more I fall,I realized the insanity of nirvanaI reached it at 14 and a halfIt's about not caring bout the world&amp; meditating ur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110960428324790080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110960428324790080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960428324790080' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110958739559472049</id><published>2005-02-28T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:43:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to the 4E5N for getting your certs today regardless of whatever results you get.All of you are winners for surviving 4 years in major hell *especially if your in RS* and also SITTING through the exams without peeing in you pants/skirts and then successfully waiting for your results which I know must have been like being sentenced to hell for a few weeks and then sitting through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110958739559472049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110958739559472049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110958739559472049' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110916753901493705</id><published>2005-02-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:05:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walls are slowly closing inBit by bit and inch by inchSuffocated by all the mental blocksCaused by all the broken locksSpinning, spinning on the groundIt goes darn fast without a soundMurmurs are slowly heard deep insideTurning to screams, there's no where to hideFear &amp; uncertainty, turning into paranoiaLike a whirlpool sucking in every bit of her sanitySilent cries that breaks the glassAll </summary><link 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I'm still alive, breathing and kicking2) Do NOT treat me like I'm some kind of a fragile piece of paper which can blow off when the wind comes3) Do NOT treat me like I'm some kinda kid gonna die.. It IRKS me4) Do NOT treat me like I'm some kinda contagious patient. I am NOT!5) Do NOT treat me with SYMPATHY, I don't deserve it and am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110899740029235914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110899740029235914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110899740029235914' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110865217308376878</id><published>2005-02-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:57:28.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friendship,It isn't about all the fun u shareIt isn't about all fights that you hadIt's about trust, love and also acceptanceIt doesn't matter what we swore last time,people change, things change, but I didn't expect you to,Wait, I'm sorry, it wasn't you was it?It was meI don't care if you don'tCos, you'll always be a part of me,The one that taught me to grow &amp; mature,And erasing our historyWould</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110865217308376878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110865217308376878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865217308376878' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110854641244634371</id><published>2005-02-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:37:43.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't remember the last time I posted an entry here but what the heck. Here goes nothing...       While you guys were enjoying valentines with your significant other or perhaps with loved ones and friends. Yours truly was suffering at NUH. Well suffering would be an exaggeration considering that she had a twenty months old baby by the name of Afiq on her left suffering from cancer (he has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110854641244634371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110854641244634371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110854641244634371' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110831648365674561</id><published>2005-02-14T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:43:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe you did thisI trusted you with my heartAll you did was chop it upand tear it all apartI can't believe I trusted youI thought you really loved methat your emotions were all trueBut you lied.....I thought that there was something thereThe emotions that we both sharedBut you shattered my hopes with just one wordBastard... I hate youDamn you! I wont care if you were at my feetBegging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110831648365674561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110831648365674561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110831648365674561' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110822175085578462</id><published>2005-02-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:22:30.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick of the silenceOf me holding backwhy can't we be one?Is that too much to ask?I'm sick of the painI'm holding insideBut I can't let it outIt's driving me nutsI'm sick of being meThe loser in loveWhy can't I just tell you?Maybe... just maybe... it's not meant to be...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110822175085578462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110822175085578462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110822175085578462' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110779341871892556</id><published>2005-02-08T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:23:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watch the sea with its calming wavesEmbracing me with each step that I take&amp; as the waves crashed I was forced to findAll the earthly beauties that there was insideI felt the cool wind with its chilling breezeMaking me shudder with each step that I take&amp; as the leaves shook to the rhythme of the windI looked around to find that it was unseenI felt the raindrops fall, fall from the sky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110779341871892556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110779341871892556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779341871892556' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110769684544483262</id><published>2005-02-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:02:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fated to love n fated to dieFated to live a human's lifeFated to laugh, fated to cryFated to be what she is right nowUncertainty holds her in this trying timesThere's something within which she just can't let outUnknowingly though, she opened her heartThe love slowly crept in but hatred chased it outHer mind's in a mess, her head's just blankWords meant to be said are kept in her mouth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110769684544483262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110769684544483262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110769684544483262' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110675196123358027</id><published>2005-01-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:06:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110675196123358027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110675196123358027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110675196123358027' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110587054652590072</id><published>2005-01-16T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:16:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't there anywhere for her to hideInside this broken dream?Where heroes live, they learn to healAnd everything's surreal.Isn't there anywhere for her to runFrom harsh reality?Where dreams are shattered, blood is shedWhere feelings are concealedIsn't there anyway for you to seeHow scared she is today?You see, death tried to take her awayBut she wanted so much to stayIsn't there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110587054652590072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110587054652590072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110587054652590072' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110572268959293579</id><published>2005-01-15T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T01:11:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes to ponder on....When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110572268959293579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110572268959293579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110572268959293579' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110485287569274307</id><published>2005-01-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:36:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came across diz fucking racist site. I decided to share it with you people.YOU call the Middle East Peeps the TERRORIST OF THE WORLD?! You don't even know what you're fucking saying. I am a defensive bitch kay. After all that your bloody fucked up country has done. You DARE to call others the terrorists? Take one good look at yourselves as a whole.This's the fucking website. I'm just so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110485287569274307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110485287569274307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110485287569274307' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110466318278586936</id><published>2005-01-02T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:53:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're an ENFP    ENFP&gt; What's there to say about you? You're an initiator of change and are keenly in tune to possibilities... you're enthusiastic, and it's contagious...you're tireless in the pursuit of newfound interests... You can anticipate the needs of others, and offer them needed help and appreciation. You bring zest, livelihood, and fun to all aspects of your life... (Haha.  True. True. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110466318278586936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110466318278586936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110466318278586936' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110433177855460979</id><published>2004-12-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:49:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am changing into someone that I can't comprehendAnd life's just a circle without an end.......................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110433177855460979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110433177855460979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110433177855460979' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110382526393440153</id><published>2004-12-24T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:07:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    The opposite of love is not hate, it's selfishness.    War, it's not about hatred, it's about the love of power and the unwillingness to have another person to have something more valuable than you. It just goes to show how deep humanity is. How much we feel for others. It doesn't matter if we're different, or if we're of different races. It doesn't matter if I'm a Chinese and your a Malay,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110382526393440153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110382526393440153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110382526393440153' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110339310862449880</id><published>2004-12-19T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:46:31.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  If only he was real     Emptiness conquers her broken heart      As she lets another wail,     There's nothing left for her to feel     Yet she holds to the unreal,            Reaching out she tries to grasp,  the fragments from her past      Yet piece by piece they slip right through,        She realise they cant last,             As the day turns into night     n twas' almost time for  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110339310862449880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110339310862449880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110339310862449880' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110278983863828886</id><published>2004-12-12T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T02:30:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Burying Water, Hiding Truth  by Kathy KellyVoices in the Wilderness    &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;  In the summer of 1994, I was part of a four-person Christian Peacemaker Team dedicated to filing reports on human rights conditions in Jeremie, located in the southern finger of Haiti. When I arrived, I spent one day in Port au Prince, waiting to travel by ferry to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110278983863828886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110278983863828886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278983863828886' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110278935993994809</id><published>2004-12-12T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T02:22:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Girl, 7, killed at the dinner table as Israelis retaliate for mortar attack  By Donald Macintyre in Khan Yunis, Israel  11 December 2004  	&lt;!-- Indy:Include story# 591960 --&gt;    A seven-year-old Palestinian girl was killed yesterday as she was eating lunch in her home. Israeli troops had opened fire in response to a mortar attack which wounded four residents of a nearby Jewish settlement. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110278935993994809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110278935993994809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278935993994809' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110260100686735099</id><published>2004-12-09T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:03:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Oda Bumi Anbia ( prologue )Iznkanlah aku berceritaSebuah kisah yang telah engkau tahuDari kaca TV dan di dada-dada akhbarKau sendiri melihat dan mendengarnya bukan?Penganiayaan datu bangsa terhadapSatu bangsa yang lainBegitulah apabila kemanusiaanDi penghujung kewarasanMerengkok tubuh mungilDi atas pasir berbumbung langitEntah apalah dosanyaRebah dihinggap peluru yang tak bermata</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110260100686735099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110260100686735099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260100686735099' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110217936916618166</id><published>2004-12-05T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:15:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courtesy from funny.comThese are actual directions found on certain products around theworld!1. Directions found on a bag of frito corn chips. "You could be a winner!!! No purchase neccessary!!! Details inside!" you think to yourself (Shoplifters special)2. On Tesco's Tiramisu Desert (directions on bottom) "Do not turn upside down" (Too late)3. On Marks &amp; Spncers Bread Pudding. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110217936916618166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110217936916618166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110217936916618166' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110199604580593852</id><published>2004-12-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:00:45.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Charlotte Aldebron, WireTapMarch 3, 2003 The following is a transcript of a speech given by now 13-year-old Charlotte Aldebron at a peace rally in Maine.When people think about bombing Iraq, they see a picture in their heads of Saddam Hussein in a military uniform, or maybe soldiers with big black mustaches carrying guns, or the mosaic of George Bush Senior on the lobby floor of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110199604580593852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110199604580593852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110199604580593852' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110183124731113929</id><published>2004-12-01T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T00:14:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to do a big favour to Singapore.Step 1. Watch Singapore Idol.Step 2. Listen to Taufik Batisah's lovely voice singing.Step 3. Diss and throw stuff when Sylvester comes out. (Optional)Step 4. When the voting lines/sms are out. VOTE for Taufik Batisah beybeh!Step 5. Confirm that you voted at least ONCE for Taufik Batisah.YES YOU WILL NEED TO VOTE FOR TAUFIK BATISAH!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110183124731113929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110183124731113929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110183124731113929' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110173989188565704</id><published>2004-11-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:16:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da sad n grosteque truth bout diz werld. Cick HERE to see. or HERE to see why i hate bush so much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110173989188565704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110173989188565704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110173989188565704' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110162608572219814</id><published>2004-11-28T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T15:14:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Both Sides Now  &lt;!--mstheme--&gt;          &lt;!--mstheme--&gt;Bows and flows of angel hair, And Ice-cream castles in the air,      And feather canyons everywhere,      I’ve looked at clouds that way.      But now they only block the sun,      They rain and snow on everyone.      So many things I would have done,      But clouds got in my way.     I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now      From up and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110162608572219814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110162608572219814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110162608572219814' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110162151680262782</id><published>2004-11-28T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T13:58:36.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Have you ever had an indescribable fear of losing the one you love? The kind of fear that exists for you know that some day, some time the time of your loved one's life would end like how a lighted candle would end when all the wax has melted. Scary isn't it? I read 'Sophie's World' 3 years ago and I only understood the philosophy that it was teaching now.    It sorta like taught you the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110162151680262782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110162151680262782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110162151680262782' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110087694432879197</id><published>2004-11-19T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:09:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Don't wanna be an American idiot. Don't want a nation under the new mania. And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mindfuck America.  Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue.  Well maybe I'm the faggot America. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110087694432879197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110087694432879197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087694432879197' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110087688509358533</id><published>2004-11-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:08:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110087688509358533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110087688509358533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087688509358533' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-110002598803611432</id><published>2004-11-10T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T02:46:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the rare entries that her wretched soul, engulfed by despair would like to make.1/8(2003)2/8(2004)3/8(2005).. If she's still gonna be alive.She has a feeling that ppl feel intimidated by her blog layout n wants to reassure the peeps that she is  suicidal nor inclined to suicide at all. She also wants to let them know that the last time she touched a penknife was 2-3 terms ago, thus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110002598803611432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/110002598803611432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110002598803611432' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-109983113912379981</id><published>2004-11-07T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:38:59.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke Courtesy of www.funny.comOne day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at thelocal church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem, myhusband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's veryembarrassing. What should I do?""I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you.I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I willmotion to you at specific</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/109983113912379981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/109983113912379981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983113912379981' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-109967596157411880</id><published>2004-11-06T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:32:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vampire's curseI passed down the streets on a summer's nightTo be a victim of a bloody plight.Caught and bitten couldn't do a thing,Humanity's lost and all is gone.Cursed never to see the light of day,Not a ray of sunshine or a hot summer day.Cursed to never taste food again,Only the blood of mankind, crimsom redCursed to live for eternity,To see those we love grow old and die,A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/109967596157411880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/109967596157411880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109967596157411880' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-109929933581796154</id><published>2004-11-01T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:55:35.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20/9/04Dustmites surrounding, cats all screeching,Piercing screams with doors all slamming,No where else where I can goRReturning to an empty house,I feel the darkness as it surrounds,There's no where else I can be foundI'm hiding in my holeI hear the banging of the doorMy mom and dad are up the wallDeaf ears fall to all their callsThere's no where else to fall.They think they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/109929933581796154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/109929933581796154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109929933581796154' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949737.post-108462330324941437</id><published>2004-05-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T17:49:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the breath of an angel I'd fly awayInto the darkest nights, on the wings of loveOn the breath of an angel I'd soar way highHigh above, into the skyOn the breath of an angel I'd run from hereas far as I can, as god wills me toOn the breath of an angel...On the breath of an angel...If ONLY there was an angel~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~EVERYTIME - Britney SpearsNotice meTake my hand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/108462330324941437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949737/posts/default/108462330324941437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithme.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108462330324941437' title=''/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768278512146104811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
