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                <title>#6;</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:31:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Do you smile a lot?<br />I know I don't. I always have a serious face...but recently I've been smiling more. <br />I feel happy from time to time.....<br />I don't know what made me feel this way..but it's probably you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>#5</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 19:16:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want to go back to believing everything and knowing nothing at all.<br />Not.<br /><br />Not at this point of time. I've finally stepped out of my comfort zone, into reality. <br />You create opportunities, I took the chance...after so long.<br />Now I'm here, stealing glances of you from the side of my eye. And I make a mental note that I will never forget this feeling.<br /><br /><br />I'm going to steal your heart and save it for myself!<br />...like I can.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>#4;</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 05:55:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's been so long, yet I still feel the same.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>#3;</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 05:50:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I saw a double rainbow the other day and I thought about you. Funny how I just stopped at the pathway and enjoyed the view with a smile..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>#2;</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 20:10:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You said you're not crying<br />but your voice was trembling.<br />So I just held you there, without saying a word.<br />There's not even a hint that we'll be able to promise a future for one another.<br />So why me?<br />I'm sure..I'm sure there's no answer to that.<br />You said you're not scared,<br />but your voice was trembling.<br />You're defenseless, so I will protect you.<br />And though we lack a future, he held onto eternity.<br /><br /><br />I love that song.<br /><br />I never knew I could feel this way. Really...it's amazing how one can make me feel so bad about myself to this extent. I'm pretty sure, I'll never feel the same way ever again. In fact, I will think twice, no..thrice, about everything.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>#1; If you think it's you, it probably is.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:40:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ [ Friday, 20th Feb 2009, 10:10AM ]<br /><br />And because I haven't written in here for a long time...I'm going to do this..<br /><br />There's a statement for each of you. It's up to you to figure out which one's for you and I'm gonna leave it as it is.<br /><br />1. It's funny how I complain to you, ABOUT YOU. & you were so oblivious about it. <br /><br />2. I love the way we are right now, I really do. I won't trade this for anything in the world. Will never.<br /><br />3. Thanks for being there, you are one of the most important friends I have. <br /><br />4. I enjoy every single moment spent with you, even when we're hanging out watching kenan & kel. <br /><br />5. You're officially my MB partner and I freaking love you. Let's go to school together! <br /><br />6. I apologize for not looking at you when we're conversing, I still feel a little weird, I'll get used to it. <br /><br />7. I love the way you love Friends. I love the way we played GH. I love the way you dumped the slurpee cup. I love the way we've been for the past 8 or 9 years. I love how when we meet, my troubles just sort of go away..cos you make me happy like a child.<br /><br />8. I miss watching you fall asleep in class and waking up in a daze. It makes my day. <br /><br />9. I hope you get to see your eye candy everyday. Cig soon.<br /><br />10. 3 years. 3 whole years. It took me that long to accept it. Haha!<br /><br /><br />This is for XX, MBP, DC, HC, DL, B, VT, GC, A, YH.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Friday morning, 10:28am</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:37:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 8 August 2008<br /><br />Journal updated.<br />LOL!<br /><br />How's everybody doing?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Thursday morning, 8:49am</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:53:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What happens if you know that someone's taking you for granted but they don't realize it them self? What will you do?<br /><br />Sometimes I wish I can just snap my fingers and make them disappear..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thursday night, 9:54pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:55:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One word update.<br />Hi.<br /><br />Or maybe one line.<br />I'm sick of school...<br /><br />Okay okay, two lines.<br />Hello <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /><br />How is everybody doing?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Saturday morning, 9:47am</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 19:05:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's a gloomy Saturday morning. I sit alone with a cup of coffee, the papers and a pack of smokes. <br /><br />Anyone care to join me?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Saturday morning</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 18:27:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When you realize that your good friends talks bad about you behind your back but act so sweet in front of you, do you...<br /><br />A. Pretend that you don't know what they've been saying about you.<br />B. Treat them even nicer so that they feel guilty.<br />C. Totally leave them alone, give them the cold shoulder.<br />D. Anything to suggest?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thursday night, 9:11pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 05:51:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Every time something happens, I'm always the last to know.<br /><br />Today, while I was having dinner on my own, I thought about how the people I call friends have been treating me...and I broke down in tears....<br /><br />..I feel miserable and alone.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sunday night, 11:35pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 07:37:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want to go back to believing everything and knowing nothing at all.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Tuesday night, 10:21pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 06:26:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Countdown: 30 more days until I quit my job.<br />
<br />
The results will be out this Thursday. Worried, anxious, nervous...did I mention sleepless too? <br />
I am tired but I can't sleep. Each time I close my eyes, all I can think about is the upcoming results. What if...I didn't make it?  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Tuesday night, 8:08pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 04:09:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!<br />
I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!<br />
-jumps for joy!!!-<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Monday morning, 10:35am</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:53:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yesterday was good.<br />
Walked home under the light rain. Surprisingly, the constant drop of rainwater on my face didn't bother me that much. I enjoyed the feeling . A lot.<br />
<br />
While walking home, I thought about stuffs. I like to think. I wonder why. A fortune teller approached me yesterday, he said ' Your face very lucky. You're sitting here but your mind is elsewhere. Actually 2 man waiting for you. You are thinking about something. Let me see your hand, let's try something else. '<br />
<br />
TRY SOMETHING ELSE?! -gasp-<br />
Weird. I never believed in fortune tellers and luck. I rejected the idea politely and he walked away. Didn't quite understand what he was trying to say but one thing's true; I was sitting there but my mind's elsewhere. <br />
<br />
Haha!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Friday night, 8:17pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 05:28:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's been a while.<br />
Should I continue writing or just leave it alone for a moment?<br />
<br />
It's hard.<br />
No inspiration. I find myself pressing backspace most of the time. Highlight a whole chunk of words and then delete. I think it's back to square one, I'm afraid people will get the wrong idea of what I wrote. <br />
<br />
I'll think about it..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Thursday night, 8:21pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 05:27:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My mind is in a daze..<br />
I'm wondering if I'm really at fault.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Wednesday night, 11:32pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 08:33:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Don't read if you're unhappy.</b><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Wednesday night, 8:26pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 05:28:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>She took me out on a ride,<br />
driving down the roads of her empty heart,<br />
my heartbeat, she can hear,<br />
I looked away hoping the sound will disappear.<br />
</i><br />
<br />
<br />
Haven't been sleeping well for the past few days.<br />
It's exam week. Left with 4 more papers. I am seriously, extremely..tired.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thursday night, 10:07pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 07:08:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's hard to know who you can trust.<br />
<br />
Who can I trust...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sunday night, 10:04pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2007 07:05:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel like a stranger to you after not seeing you for a few days..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sunday evening, 6:54pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 04:06:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Left or right?<br />
Up or down?<br />
I confuse myself by asking stupid questions.<br />
<br />
Today is the day.<br />
The day that I dread is finally here. I bumped into the one person I will never dream about meeting on the streets of Singapore. I don't know if that sentence made any sense but I just can't get over the fact that she said hello with such sweetness and I get all sick inside and all I want to do is throw up or maybe turn myself inside out.<br />
<br />
And then he replied hi.<br />
<br />
The only thought that came across my mind was a year back, right in the heart of Plaza Singapura, Deon and I bumped into her ex. She held me tight in her left hand and she ruffled her ex's hair with her right one.<br />
I know I know..what's the point of raking up the past right. It makes me even more unhappy. But I can't help it. Each time he hangs up abruptly, it reminds me of her. The traits that they share are...hanging up on me, asking me too many questions when I want to be quiet, reading my inbox for fun, borrowing my phone for months, allergic to seafood.<br />
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHH.<br />
<br />
One step closer til I pay someone to end my life.<br />
I think I'm taking this too far.<br />
I can't help it.<br />
I'm feeling unhappy & insecure.<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm just.....<br />
hopeless..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Friday afternoon, 2:53pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 00:04:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I cry along with the rain...<br />
It's a Friday afternoon and I'm home early.<br />
<br />
Yes, it was my mistake. My ego is so big, I can't say sorry.<br />
Perhaps I won't meet you tomorrow, or Sunday.<br />
Perhaps I'm over and done with this because it's starting to tire me bit by bit. Perhaps it makes me want to cry even more when you tell me it's always your fault when I jolly well know it's my fault right from the beginning. <br />
<br />
Waking up from a nightmare at 3am isn't exactly a good way to start my day. Maybe I'm just paranoid with the fact that there's only 96 more days to the most important exam but I feel like I haven't been revising enough cos most of the time, my mind is full of thoughts of you. Maybe I get empty and lonely when you're busy in base and to hell with your last minute meetings and appointments and it's starting to get into me. <br />
<br />
Maybe I should repeat asking myself how much I love you. Maybe..just maybe then.....I'll realize how much I actually do. Maybe I'll regret the words I've said to you today. Maybe I've already broken the promise to your friend to cherish you and take care of you and not make you sad. <br />
Maybe I already reached the limit of your patience. Maybe I wasn't sensitive enough...maybe I didn't understand you better. Maybe I wasn't caring enough...maybe I was too selfish.<br />
<br />
Maybe we should....take a break...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thursday evening, 5:42pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 04:51:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hmmm...how many times in a week do you actually wake up feeling like you know it's going to be a good day?<br />
<br />
But then again...<br />
sigh..<br />
I don't know..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Saturday morning, 12:46am</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 09:55:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm sorry...<br />
I just can't take it anymore.<br />
I can't help but to think of the negatives when I heard those words coming out of your mouth.<br />
I'm sorry. Really.<br />
<br />
I turned off my phone...not like anybody's gonna call me anyway. Sigh...tskie..just forget about today.<br />
<br />
yeah..forget about today.<br />
<br />
i can't stop tearing..<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
just stop it already.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thursday night, 7:41pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 05:23:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My head spinning in pain,<br />
heart crying in vain.<br />
<br />
Smoked before I cry myself to sleep due to what happened. Just woke up..and I have no appetite. Once again I'm crying..<br />
<br />
Wait, I feel better now.<br />
Stop crying already tskye. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
I think I'll go have dinner and calm myself down..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Monday evening, 5:14pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 02:15:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's raining <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /><br />
I've been home the whole day..monday blues. HAHA!<br />
Simply too lazy to do anything.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thursday evening, 7:43pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 05:17:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today I learnt that relationships are fragile..let alone marriage.<br />
Just when I thought when two people who are very much in love with each other gets married...nothing can ever comes between them.<br />
But I left out one thing...I kind of think that marriage is like another higher level of relationship. Higher chances of quarrels I assume ( in my case that is, if i were to ever get married. HAHA! ) <br />
<br />
When you're young, you tend to rush into things even though you verbally say and promise that whatever the consequences is...you'' go through it together. I remember when my mom and dad used to fight over the slightest things. Oh yes...the aftermath was worse. Coldwar for a few days..probably a week and a half. And I had to be their poor messenger, at the same time...I try to make them talk to each other too. <br />
<br />
No wonder you're my role model.<br />
I never knew life was that hard. I thought mine was rather hard...until I came across yours. From this second onwards, I'll stop whining and complaining. I'll save money and make the right decisions. I'll think about the consequences before doing something big. <br />
<br />
I'm off to study extra hard for my exams. <br />
I know I can.<br />
I will.<br />
<br />
Thank you for being so far, yet so near. You're one amazing soul I swear <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
Sorry this is rather random...HAHAHAHA!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Saturday evening, 4:47pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 02:05:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This...my space to pour out my emotions.<br />
The only space I dare to open up and just rant about my feelings even though I might look like some retard in the end.<br />
<br />
I feel scared.<br />
I don't know why. I just feel that way. Mixed emotions...emptiness seems so loud. I feel....sigh.<br />
I feel like typing it out..pouring everything out....but when I get here, I'm left with nothing to say. Words lost its way from me...for a split second I wish I wasn't here. No..not today. Just not today. I don't like this feeling. Scared..because I don't know what.<br />
<br />
When I try to think about something happier...I can't.<br />
It's so so so annoying. I feel like going back to my old ways but doing that wouldn't help I guess. But then again, am just gonna have a quick shower and leave this house and stay out til I'm tired enough to go home to rest.<br />
<br />
Good day people..<br />
and thank you for the poem.<br />
You know who you are <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Friday evening, 6:55pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 04:04:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's almost dark out there...<br />
Went back to school today to check the papers. Couldn't care less whether I fail or pass. <br />
<br />
Friend, I wish you would stop all your bullshit.<br />
Don't take it out on me because you had a bad day or something. I am not your punching bag and I'm pretty much sick and tired of your nonsense. <br />
I'm currently too angry to...even..type properly...<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Monday morning, 9:36am</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 18:39:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ How I miss that face...<br />
the smile that forms across your face when I call your name.<br />
<br />
I miss it all..<br />
& I still miss it now.<br />
I want you..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Saturday night, 10:06pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 07:24:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The mid year examinations are finally over.<br />
Art paper was a total killer and I couldn't finish painting... - sob -<br />
<br />
But I had a good birthday yesterday! Finally 18 and legal (:<br />
Didn't do nothing big...it was rather discreet. In fact, it felt like any other day...just older. HAHAHA!<br />
Had dinner with the boy. Talked...he made me laugh so much, I feel young all over again. <br />
<br />
ughh...tired.<br />
Finally can have a good rest after the exams!!! ((:<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Monday night, 7:44pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 04:46:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I see myself drowning.<br />
Drowning in Art homework. Somebody please console me and tell me that everything's gonna turn out fine. Drawings due tomorrow.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
Somehow...I feel that Art isn't something I wanna do..it's just another subject. Ah well. HELP ME PLS. I get so depressed while doing art sometimes. It's stressing me up but I enjoy this thing...a little..somehow. <br />
I might go crazy..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Saturday evening, 6:57pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 03:59:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I decided..<br />
I'm sick and tired of everything.<br />
I want to give up..<br />
on every single little thing.<br />
<br />
<br />
Today is one of those days where I woke up...feeling like I'm living my life in the past. Sigh..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Friday evening, 4:42pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 01:46:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The phone call last night didn't go well. We couldn't communicate. Every word he said makes me feel paranoid. I was annoyed at I don't know what. I just wanted to hang up and go to bed. <br />
<br />
I hate it when he says ' i'm not like you '<br />
Well, yes, I do understand you're not like me. Nobody's like me. But please, stop repeating it. When I say certain stuffs, you say.. ' i'm not like you '.  I know you're joking sometimes, but please, you should know the limits. Plus, I'm extremely sensitive to this ' i'm not like you ' kinda stuff please. Makes me wanna cry somehow. out loud. <br />
<br />
Sometimes I know why...I turn the other way. I know it's unfair for you. It's not my fault that I start to think about her. She's my first. And I think she's special. You're special too. In a different way. You're the only one for me now. <br />
<br />
Sigh. I'm tired. Really. drained...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Wednesday morning, 5:42am</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 14:45:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My love,<br />
Happy 2nd!<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" />  <3<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Saturday morning, 10:42am</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 19:43:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Like sand on my feet, <br />
The smell of sweet perfume <br />
You stick to me forever, baby <br />
I wish you didn't go <br />
I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away <br />
To touch you again, <br />
With life in your hands, <br />
It couldn't be any harder...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Monday afternoon, 2:20pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2007 22:28:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Perfect, I dozed off halfway throughout chinese lesson. Tried to keep myself awake but I can't. Reached home at 11.40pm last night. Went to drink with Muhd. Yes, like finally. The first time ever and it's the best. As usual, I drank the Chardonnay like I was thirsty. HAHA! But the alcohol content was way low so I didn't get tipsy. We talked alot, played trance aloud and just enjoy the night breeze by the sea. It was really really nice to have someone to talk to at times like this. I thank Muhd for always being there. (:<br />
<br />
Ah, I'm gonna go eat lunch now. If there's still some more Jacob's Creek in my room, I'll drink it. <br />
<br />
Yeah, what's with me and drinking..? I don't know. Just a way I guess...to make myself not think about anything so much. <br />
<br />
Good day people!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Tagged</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 17:23:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tagged by ~DephtsofDespair<br />
<br />
Type your name with your...<br />
<br />
1. Fingers: Wendy<br />
<br />
2. Chin: sdsndhy<br />
<br />
3. One Finger; Eyes Closed: wendi<br />
<br />
<br />
4. Elbow: swasde nxcgh<br />
<br />
5. Nose: wen sdehg<br />
<br />
6. Palm: webndfyt<br />
<br />
1. List Only Four Fandoms You Have: <br />
i'm sorry. excuse me? pppppffffttt<br />
<br />
2. Have You Ever Slept In The Back Of A Car?<br />
yes<br />
<br />
3. Have You Ever Recently Dyed Your Hair/Cut It?<br />
died and cut<br />
<br />
4. List Four People You Look Up To Most.<br />
mom, dino, phe,<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
5. How Many Pets Do You Own At This Time?<br />
none<br />
<br />
6. What Do You Prefer White Or Black?<br />
black<br />
<br />
7. Who Is Your Most Played Character?<br />
-<br />
<br />
8. Choose One Or The Other, Not Both:<br />
Being stuck on an island with your best friend<br />
Being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances<br />
hmmmm..best friend<br />
<br />
9. Name Three Aspects That Tell Who You Are.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
10. If You Could Have A Power What Would It Be?<br />
to be able to read people's mind..<br />
<br />
11. Who Was The Last Person You Talked To?<br />
andrew<br />
<br />
12. Who Was The Last Person You Said" I Love You" to?<br />
i don't know<br />
<br />
13. Write Down The First Five Words That Pop Into Your Head.<br />
tskie, meep, zoom, crash, hungry<br />
<br />
14. What's One Thing You Wish You Could Do Better?<br />
I wish I could live life without hurting people..<br />
<br />
15. Do You Like The Way You Are?<br />
Yes I do!<br />
<br />
16. Choose, Summer Or Winter:<br />
Summer<br />
<br />
17. Choose, Rain Or Snow:<br />
Rain<br />
<br />
18. Water Or Ice?<br />
Ice<br />
<br />
19. List Two Odd Things About Yourself:<br />
1. when i start drinking and smoking with friends, even with that much crowd around, i still can cry when i think abt my past..<br />
2. i tend to hurt people who doesn't deserve to be treated that way.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
20. Tag Six More People<br />
1. ~RubenRedRacer<br />
2. ~Taliionis<br />
3. ~BlondeHybird<br />
4. ~Rikee<br />
5. ~truely-me-niece<br />
6. ~x-Talli-x<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Saturday morning, 9:03am</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 18:58:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been unfair to you. I'm with you but my heart belongs to someone else. I know I've been unfair. I don't want to. But I can't. I can't.  I don't know what to say anymore. <br />
<br />
Will you let me go?<br />
because I'm unfaithful.<br />
just let me..go....<br />
listen to your friends.<br />
<br />
<br />
Sorry for being such a jerk.<br />
I suck.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Monday morning, 10:05am</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 18:17:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Overslept, skipped school.<br />
My leg still aches from the physical fitness test I took on Wednesday. It's a perfect Monday morning, at least it stopped raining. brrrrr...it was cold in class yesterday, just wanted to doze off and fall asleep.<br />
<br />
Math test was alright. Stayed up til 2am the night before to do sums. (:<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I don't quite know what's going on right now but I definitely enjoy the pace. You're going away for the weekend, hope you have loads of fun! <br />
<br />
I'm gonna cancel all my evening plans and wait for Donna to call me after she wakes up so we can go take MC together and then spend the rest of the day talking away. Probably gonna be home late too <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
Enjoy the day people! <33<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Thursday afternoon, 3:05pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 23:13:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my hands shook a little from the nicotine rush<br />
and i'm left with thoughts of you<br />
lost in reverie<br />
this is it.<br />
<br />
<br />
Many times I want to tell you how I feel but I get tongue tied. My heart skipped a beat when you walked pass. I melt when you look my way and smile, instantly you made my day. I practised looking into the mirror, speaking words I want to say to you. But when I've gathered enough courage to walk towards your direction, you say hi..and then I lost my words. All I could do is just smile...<br />
<br />
yeah it's true, i'm a fool for you.<br />
but when will i ever talk to you? >.<<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Sunday night, 9:54pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 05:58:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The songs envy music<br />
like portray comes from the heart<br />
and comes from the mind<br />
<br />
Music comes from the heart<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Tuesday morning, 10:55am</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 19:03:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Forgive me for being so paranoid, I don't know how to handle my own feelings well.  I'm not...exactly ready to settle down. Not exactly. That's what my mind tells me. But my heart feels different. This sucks, really. <br />
<br />
I feel so heartless. so loveless.<br />
I don't wish to tear anyone apart.<br />
Don't wish to. Don't want to.<br />
How?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Monday evening, 7:03pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 03:11:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ During the holidays, it used to just be me, cherry fags, ipod full of trance, starbucks coffee. I was able to sit at starbucks for hours, reading a book, writing poems, smoking, watching the rain fall while blasting trance. But now...I'm buried beneath my school work. When I'm up all night rushing my sketches, I take smoke breaks often. I need them to keep me awake. <br />
<br />
I remember last year, while preparing for end of year art paper, I could smoke a whole pack just to keep myself awake throughout the whole night. It's crazy. HAHAHAHA <br />
(:<br />
<br />
<br />
Now I need some smokes...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Saturday morning, 11:02am</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 19:14:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ She used to be my girlfriend.<br />
It's her 19th birthday today.<br />
Happy birthday girl. Hope your doin fine out there. I know we have our differences, I swear to never cross your paths ever again. But I'll take some time to wish you a happy birthday. Cos you used to mean so much to me and I loved you so much I couldn't believe you were once mine.<br />
Don't worry, won't linger around you.<br />
Won't wait for you.<br />
Cos I've moved on.<br />
<br />
Finally saw muhd like..days ago. <br />
Thanks for not mia-ing anymore. I miss you too much that I don't talk to anyone bout my problems anymore cos I only feel comfortable talkin to you about it.  >.<<br />
Stupid I know...hurrrrrr<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Friday night, 9:55pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 07:09:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello world.<br />
I feel beyond horrible.<br />
<br />
If you can shoot me right at my head now, I'm gonna thank you a million times. I need more cherry sticks so I can die faster. I don't wanna live for too long. Hitting 65 would be good enough. 70 would be perfect. 80 is just...wrong.<br />
<br />
I look around and I realise how useless I've been. I wasn't ready to settle down when she left me. She fell straight into the arms of another. She judges me because of my piercings. My sudden cravings for piercings and maybe tattoo. <br />
<br />
Suddenly. I'll stop here.<br />
Suddenly.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Thursday afternoon, 2:13pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2007 22:32:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here I sit, hugging my soft toy doggie, squishing its paw..thinking...<br />
Forever, is it real?<br />
Do they really mean it when they say, ' i'll always love you til the end of time ' ?<br />
<br />
It's a lazy Thursday afternoon for me. I feel restless and empty. See? I'm tired too. Emptiness creeps into me so naturally..it scares me sometimes. I'm alright, I'm doing fine, I don't wish to talk about it. I'm complex, weird, complicated, full of shit...who cares man.<br />
<br />
I'm broke. Looking forward to Saturday with Rowena and Tien.<br />
Might be getting tattoo that day too. Should indulge myself in books instead...ah well.....at least the tattoo means something to me. <br />
I need cherry sticks.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Tuesday night, 8:46pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 04:57:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You.<br />
You give me the kind of feeling that no one else can ever give.<br />
Your assurance means more than my life.<br />
Your smile makes my day even brighter.<br />
The way we share ciggies makes me happy.<br />
The late night suppers that I always think about.<br />
The way we roam around Parkway in the wee hours.<br />
The many things we talked about.<br />
The frowns you show...I try to replace them with smiles.<br />
The drinks we share.<br />
The rainy days.<br />
The job hunting days.<br />
That art gallery.<br />
<br />
We.<br />
Will we ever be close again?<br />
Will we ever share the bond like we used to?<br />
Will we ever talk like before?<br />
<br />
We.<br />
Will we be close friends like then?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
For Kohji.<br />
I feel lonely cos you've been mia-ing and I'm sad..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Monday evening, 5:48pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 02:02:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sitting beside you, watching you hide your sorrows behind those smiles...hurts. Seeing the fresh scars on your hand made me feel worse. Why..? Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to put yourself through this pain? You know nothing's gonna change...you know being friends will be the best way out for the both of you. Did you not realise that the rest of us are worried about you? Can you not do it again? Cos if you do, I wouldn't be happy...cos I care about you. You mean alot to me. You're the only one I can open up to. You understand, you listen, you care.<br />
<br />
Just so you know...through the darkest storm, I'll always be here for you. Always. Don't hide your sorrows in front of me...I can see right through you.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
<br />
For A Friend.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Sunday morning, 8:54am</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 17:06:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel bad.<br />
Suddenly...<br />
I feel...bad.<br />
<br />
I stumbled upon something from the past that leads from one to another. I hate looking back cos all I feel is regret. Everytime I try so hard to not make a mistake, it ends as a mistake and in the end everyone's sad. What the hell was I thinking? To ever make those mistakes? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
I feel shitty..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Tuesday evening, 6:27pm,</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 02:32:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm back..from the no internet days thanks to mom. =/<br />
I feel so good. Blogging. Writing. Typing. <br />
This is life.<br />
<br />
Besides that, I have someone to call my own.<br />
I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing.<br />
But...I'll work things out. If either one of us has to hurt, it shall be me. Cos right from the start, I was wrong. So I'll take the blame all the way til the end. Always.<br />
<br />
Wait..what?<br />
HAHAHAHA <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Tuesday night, 9:34pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 06:13:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can't help but to feel lonely.<br />
Like I said, I hate it when loneliness creeps in just like that. <br />
<br />
I hate feeling this way. I have no idea where it came from, it's just there. I have friends, someone to hold on to. Yet I still feel empty. Sometimes...a little insecure. No wait..it's not insecure. It's...alone.<br />
Like everything's caving in and I feel so small.<br />
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Actually..I'm not quite sure of what I'm saying. I guess I haven't found the right words to describe this loneliness that I feel sometimes..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>Monday evening, 7:40pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:59:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just got back from school not long ago.<br />
We had this retreat thing after school at Novena Church. During break time, I went to the chapel to pray. I don't know what made me go there to sit quietly and just pray. Definitely something that doesn't come to me naturally....<br />
<br />
I feel empty.<br />
Extremely empty.<br />
It freaks me out how lonely I can feel at times. For example, when I'm in the middle of a group of friends..talking, joking and laughing...then suddenly I'll stop. Keep quiet for a while...and feel the loneliness creeping in. <br />
Sigh...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>6:49pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Jan 2007 02:53:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I know I've been unfair to you all these while.<br />
I will make it up to you.<br />
I know I've hurt you before even though I said I won't.<br />
I'm sucha liar..I'm sorry.<br />
<br />
The more I try to forget you, the more I fall for you.<br />
I've decided to stop this pretence and listen to my heart.<br />
<br />
sweetie, I'll catch you when you fall. Anytime, anywhere. I'll be there to make you smile. This I promise you..<br />
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<br />
Wendy.K<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>How emo are you?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 22:09:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HOW EMO AM I ?<br />
<br />
[X]You hate the world.<br />
[ ]You hate society.<br />
[ ]You think vampires are cool.<br />
[X]You write poetry.<br />
[ ]You have colored your hair black Halloween<br />
[ ]You wear black/blue eyeliner At times.<br />
[X]You write poetry that's not for school.<br />
[ ]You are freakishly obsessed with darkness.<br />
[ ]You think love is a waste of time.<br />
[ ]You've given up on the world. <br />
<br />
Total = 3<br />
<br />
[ ]You've shopped at Hot Topic<br />
[ ]You've spent over $100 at Hot Topic.<br />
[ ]You wear more bracelets than a Russian<br />
[ ]You own a dog collar, that's not for your dog<br />
[ ]You're extremely pale.<br />
[X]You are a member of a poetry site.<br />
[ ]Your screen name has been an oxymoron.<br />
[ ]You are an atheist or agnostic.<br />
[ ]You don't believe in god.<br />
[X]Your screen name has/had X's in it.<br />
<br />
Total = 2<br />
<br />
[ ]You have been referred to as scary.<br />
[ ]You have been referred to as demented.<br />
[X]You have been referred to as weird.<br />
[ ]You have been known to hate teachers.<br />
[ ]You have been known to cause trouble<br />
[X]Your hair has been dyed a color that was not natural.<br />
[X]You have at least one photoshopped picture on myspace.<br />
[X]You think pictures look better in greyscale or sepia tone.<br />
[ ]You are scared of yourself sometimes.<br />
<br />
Total = 4<br />
<br />
[ ] Suicide has crossed your mind<br />
[X]You have screamed before<br />
[ ]You use big words that no one has ever heard before on occasion.<br />
[ ]you've seen The Exorcist.<br />
[ ]You liked The Exorcist.<br />
[ ]You've seen Saw.<br />
[ ]You liked Saw.<br />
[ ]You've done voodoo.<br />
[ ]You hate sports.<br />
[ ]You dress up as the most morbid thing posssible on Halloween.<br />
<br />
Total = 1<br />
<br />
[ ]Halloween is one of your favorite holidays<br />
[X]You have an obsession with fire.<br />
[X]You have only a couple of actual friends.<br />
[ ]You're not afraid of spiders.<br />
[ ]You have had a conversation about how you want to die.<br />
[X]You've painted your nails black<br />
[X]One or more of your myspace pics had writing on them.<br />
[ ]You have had the word "...." in your display name.<br />
[X]You love art.<br />
[X]You like art with negative meanings<br />
<br />
Total = 6<br />
<br />
Add your totals together times by 2<br />
<br />
I'm 32% emo..  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>5:48am</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 13:51:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I lay in bed thinking of you,<br />
and all the dreams that felt so true,<br />
I toss and turn and kick about,<br />
finally, I sigh out loud.<br />
<br />
The way you smile,<br />
The way you glance,<br />
Makes me so high,<br />
Like dancing to the beat of trance.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
HAHA. It was just some random morning thoughts. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>6:10pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 02:22:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If I could snuggle up to you and fall asleep in those strong arms, I would. It's been raining lots these days so the weather's rather cooling. Spent yesterday with my buddy. We had to get her sim card replaced because she lost her phone at Clarke Quay. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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Went to Cineleisure's apple shop to try to get her iPod fixed but..ahhh....the people in there are crappy. So we sat our lazy backsides down at Starbucks and talked. It's funny how my senior was able to recognise me after so long. Despite my piercings and short hair.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /> <br />
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Went to buddy's place and yes, we had Starbucks again. Last night I rushed my english essay and art homework..managed to sleep at 2am. I was dozing off during math lesson today <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> <br />
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Just another random post..<br />
and also, thank you loads to those who commented on my previous post <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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                <title>12:37pm</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 20:42:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What do you do, when you fall head over heels for someone? But somehow you know, it's quite impossible for anything to blossom. <br />
<br />
What do you people do, when you feel like me..?<br />
Tell me anyone? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~tskye</author>
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