<?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-24471363</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:38:14.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kanerox</title><subtitle type='html'>this is not a daily blog, this is a record of the milestones in my life, of the things that are important to me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-4156883473865605858</id><published>2010-04-01T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:49:43.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i guess i finally froze the raindrops outside my window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was the best line i ever came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you like the rain drops outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit each time but i miss you all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it has something to do with people calling it showers of love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of it when i was sick one morning,&lt;br /&gt;awoken by your caring thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i managed to lie to myself,&lt;br /&gt;to deceive myself that someone like you, a silly person made of butter, sugar and chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;would have the same feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what pathetic lenghts i went through to tell myself,&lt;br /&gt;to comfort myself that i could have been happy like i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only the world would be that easy,&lt;br /&gt;we all wouldn't have to work this hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a funny feeling falling,&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's why they call it falling?&lt;br /&gt;because you never know when it's going to end?&lt;br /&gt;because you know when it ends, no matter which way, it's still going to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a window has many views.&lt;br /&gt;some people find the best views in the world, in some things simple.&lt;br /&gt;and some people just look,&lt;br /&gt;look,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to turn a window into a door,&lt;br /&gt;is more often than not a difficult thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;not every window needs to be turned into a door,&lt;br /&gt;not every window can be turned into a door.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes we have to draw the curtains to the windows that we can't turn into doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think now i have not frozen the raindrops,&lt;br /&gt;i was lying again,&lt;br /&gt;because i cannot change what is on the other side if i don't go out,&lt;br /&gt;i can only draw the curtains to that window that i like so much,&lt;br /&gt;to cover that view.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;that does not stop you from hearing the pitter patter of the raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people in your life are like windows aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;some are grand glass windows,&lt;br /&gt;some a small quaint window,&lt;br /&gt;some open up to you,&lt;br /&gt;and some slide away from you.&lt;br /&gt;some of them are panes,&lt;br /&gt;some of them are french,&lt;br /&gt;some let in a breath of fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;some of them are colourful,&lt;br /&gt;some of them look just the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them can be turned into doors, if you remove the glass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the ones that rain on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;you should always keep shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-4156883473865605858?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/4156883473865605858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>can you give up your believes, if they are so perfect, it's unachievable to many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong when time after time, the same problem arises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why jump into a rage? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ouside slowly hardening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inside falling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling to a place i never knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel cold, cold from within,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should it hurt to be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, i think soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either i have steeled myself cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or to fall too long, into the little place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small little place that you put me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so sad that when you cry, you mock yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-5755555465360929426?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/5755555465360929426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=5755555465360929426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/5755555465360929426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/5755555465360929426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-give-up-your-believes-if-they.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-3042819785874383130</id><published>2007-10-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:35:21.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are far&lt;br /&gt;When I could have been your star&lt;br /&gt;You listened to people&lt;br /&gt;Who scared you to death&lt;br /&gt;And from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Strange that you were strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To even make a start&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never find&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Till you listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;You can never change the way the feel&lt;br /&gt;Better let them do just what they will&lt;br /&gt;For they will&lt;br /&gt;If you let them&lt;br /&gt;Steal your heart from you&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Will always make a lover feel a fool&lt;br /&gt;But you knew I loved you&lt;br /&gt;We could have shown them all&lt;br /&gt;We should have seen love through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooled me with the tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Covered me with kisses and lies&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But please don't take my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are far&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna be your star&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And mend my heart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be strong enough&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never find&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;While I listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember this&lt;br /&gt;Every other kiss&lt;br /&gt;That you'll ever give&lt;br /&gt;Long as we both live&lt;br /&gt;When you need the hand of another man&lt;br /&gt;One you really can surrender with&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Like I always do&lt;br /&gt;There's something there&lt;br /&gt;That can't compare with any other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are far&lt;br /&gt;When I could have been your star&lt;br /&gt;You listened to people&lt;br /&gt;Who scared you to death&lt;br /&gt;And from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Strange that I was wrong enough&lt;br /&gt;To think you'd love me too&lt;br /&gt;I guess you were kissing a fool&lt;br /&gt;You must have been kissing a fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-3042819785874383130?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/3042819785874383130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=3042819785874383130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/3042819785874383130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/3042819785874383130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-are-far-when-i-could-have-been-your.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-917678019066551103</id><published>2007-09-30T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T07:28:38.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever been happy before? like just happy? something that makes you smile and smile and you don't ever want to change that moment in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes thinking about you will make me smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are different in my dreams, but you are everything that i hope you would be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-917678019066551103?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/917678019066551103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=917678019066551103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/917678019066551103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/917678019066551103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-ever-been-happy-before-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-2196760538976687581</id><published>2007-09-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:22:25.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart, like why are we here and where do we go, and how come it's so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not always easy but life can be deceiving , and it's always when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to close the curtains and pretend that there's no world outside, and it's just me and you, and not so many things we got to do. and if the telephone rings, we don't have to pick it up, we don't need to, because we've got everything we need right here, and everything we need is enough. it's just so easy when the whole world  fits in side of your arms, we really don't have to pay attention to anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of these dreams find a way into my dreams, but they'll be gone when the morning light sings, and brings new things, for tomorrow night, they'll be gone too, too many things i got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, all of things dreams might find a way into my day to day scene, and I'll be under the impression that i was somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-2196760538976687581?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/2196760538976687581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=2196760538976687581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/2196760538976687581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/2196760538976687581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is-answer-at-least-for-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-6447852391550080861</id><published>2007-08-23T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T04:33:59.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a very nice feeling to know that people care... haha&lt;br /&gt;and although i'm the lousy person i am, i'm thankful for those out there that care  for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well cheryl  is comin back in a few days and i can't wait to see her again, after that long long time of being in Austalia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly, slowly, my life is falling back into place again,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all these people who always seem to make things right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-6447852391550080861?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-5788002928547813102</id><published>2007-08-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:35:55.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got alot of growing up to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything... i'm so happy today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-5788002928547813102?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/5788002928547813102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=5788002928547813102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/5788002928547813102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/5788002928547813102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-got-alot-of-growing-up-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-8195519817244197228</id><published>2007-08-19T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:52:14.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha...&lt;br /&gt;should have less time for everything since i'm preparing for my a's but still, lok at my past record, i'm blogging more often now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was watching this taiwan divination show  on friday night.  hmmm, freaks me out sometimes by the accuracy of the prediction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there was this one little question part to tell your personality (love-wise).&lt;br /&gt;so if your were to choose one of the four below which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;1) a book of curses&lt;br /&gt;2)a magic lamp&lt;br /&gt;3)an invisible cloak&lt;br /&gt;4)i forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you did choose the book, chances are you are a difficult lover to please. yo are full of yourself and you always want things to be run your way, and you know you know best, it's your way or the highway. so you better chill on your love expectations cause sometimes your other half may not even know what they did wrong, and at the end of the day everyone gets unhappy, so just enjoy the company and not be so you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only comfort you get from this is that i choose this too.. so high-five... but still we got to chill... man that's so true, and i think that kind of thing does not only apply to love. i think it's like my personality. i hardly take people's advice, unless it's really really good. and of course you'd have to be a somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you chosen the second option, chances are that you are almost an opposite of the first. you give in too easily and you think that letting your other half have it their way is an option to less conflict and a peaceful road, besides you are just happy with being together, and you'd go with anything your darling tells you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hurray for you... i think you, magic lamp people would have a lot of friends go very far in life, cause everyone who comes in your way is just going to love you... but beware, to some, this may be the source of conflict, if you are too "anything",  but generally, man! everyone's gona love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap feel a litle guilty for blogging, better read up a little.. till then...&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelnig a little happy today, so i shall bless you with good luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then if you choose the thrid, i'm so sorry i don't remember... haha.... remember i'm curse book... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-8195519817244197228?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/8195519817244197228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=8195519817244197228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/8195519817244197228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/8195519817244197228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-2702330128565641539</id><published>2007-08-14T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T05:50:48.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, have not post anything here in quite a while,&lt;br /&gt;well, should i say thanks for coming back if you did?&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, life has been dealing me it's fair share this few days,&lt;br /&gt;i've been having the not-really-what-i-would-like-to-live-through-again days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for school today, cause i normally wait for my dad to wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;but today he was feeling under the weather, so i woke up late...&lt;br /&gt;didn't get much of a lecture from my teacher, as much as a "oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, i still pretty unsure what i'm going through now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused, i don't know if i have given up upon myself nowadays, like really&lt;br /&gt;prelims is in like 2 weeks and frankly, not too much pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, don't feel like doing any work today, although i owe 3 newspaper articles, 2 geog practices and an assessment, chemistry, physics, math... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i've changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be a driven type, you know.... just want to be there to flaunt my work and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i'm evil sometimes, but lately it's been like what fuck, (oh yeah and i'm using the word more) and it's been like i don't really give a damn. cause frankly, i think i'm quite  stupid,  and i feel like i'm wasting my time, just studying when really, really now, i don't think i'm going to be too good at it...so i'm thinking might as well have some fun now, before other people realize the shit has hit the fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha most of the time this freaks me out...  like what am i going to do? god knows&lt;br /&gt;i tell you if there were really a jobs to skive around all day, i wouldn't be too good at that either.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i could have done it if i had realized earlier, you know, really like make it better in my studies, but now i'm just pressed for deadline after deadline, and also died deadlines, that you know i just want to let it go. and you think that i would be feeling regretful and all bad inside, but guess what i really don't give a fuck! i really think life is too short for me to enjoy, and honestly, it ain't gona be pretty when i have to step out into the real world later... no one's gona be there for me to correct my mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just be phoebe like in friends, be one of those, wondering gypsy like things, but problem is i'm a guy, and it's more difficult that way, maybe just a waiter, or some lowly job that i can complain about to my friends, that's if i have any, or just be a sad old sod that lives alone in some crapy place, but you know singapore has no place wacko enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but i guess gone are those thoughts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were the days where life was simple and you had time? time for a proper life?&lt;br /&gt;time to go to the beach and just sit and rot with your best?&lt;br /&gt;time when you can spend the saturdays or sundays out just catching a movie, or spending a hazy afternoon in a coffee house, just hanging and enjoying that someones there with you?&lt;br /&gt;time when you can do your favourite things with your favourite people, and not feeling guilty that you should be doing work? you should be out there studying, and learning and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say students have a great life, wait till you become an adult. gosh what the hell do they go through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are working very hard, it's hard to support me,&lt;br /&gt;i spend more than a thousand on tuition a month,&lt;br /&gt;i take their money to spend on trips overseas,&lt;br /&gt;i've been going to the doctors quite often and going to see more,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've taken from them so much, and i'm worried that i can't repay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know really, sometimes, all i want i to just stop all these,&lt;br /&gt;there are times where life is just a sick game to play, but other times there are these little things in life that still get you up.  and those things are the laughter in life.&lt;br /&gt;i recognize i'm a good for nothing, and a good at nothing, people are usually good at things, but i can't even find thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess there is nothing more that i can do really...&lt;br /&gt;know this that i have no intentions of you, one who reads this, to read this. i'm just trying to sort out my life by writing and recording my life, isin't this what it supposedly to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-2702330128565641539?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/2702330128565641539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=2702330128565641539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/2702330128565641539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/2702330128565641539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-have-not-post-anything-here-in-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-6051043297011104204</id><published>2007-05-02T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T07:13:40.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not been so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's been alot of hiccups here and there, and i'm begining to fear for the worse, or maybe i'm just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've begin to read into my twichings lately, twich on the right =bad, left=good, kinda stupid, but surprisingly it works with uncanny precision....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ups aren't that high but the lows just keep going down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like i'm standing at the top of a small hill, it started off with following the blooming of flowers, and i followed, and followed, up the hill where more flowers grew, but now it's come the time to fall, and it feels like no one is there to catch me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall and if i die no one knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i miss feeling sad, feeling down, i think that's why it makes the happier things feel less special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find lately, i've not been treating the ones i love right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as people are taking me for granted i'm doing the same to the poeple i hold most dear to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i just don't have the courage.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-6051043297011104204?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/6051043297011104204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=6051043297011104204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/6051043297011104204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/6051043297011104204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/05/lately-its-not-been-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-117517523879722349</id><published>2007-03-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T07:33:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was sick today, so i got some time to catch up with old frends and then i felt what i lousy person i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have met some incredible people n my life so far, they are samrt, funny, lame, blur, and pretty and cute and beautiful poeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am porud to have known them, but i am so lost without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyna, lyly, san san, thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-117517523879722349?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/117517523879722349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=117517523879722349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/117517523879722349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/117517523879722349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-sick-today-so-i-got-some-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-116593715745593083</id><published>2006-12-12T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:25:57.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oki'm now listening to some sad songs, and i'm in the mood to type on my blog, like a said before, i only do this when i'm feeling sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost friends, and that's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost my friend, ya it pretty sad as it sounds but frankly i'm not really that affected, because i know whatever that person said or did said it from their heart, and it breaks my heart to know that they don't really care about me... but themself, it's more inportant for them to look good with me, i'm human, i have flaws but if you can't really accept a person with flaws you call yourself a friend? how dare you?! so i guess it's ok that i lose some of these people in my life, cause they are not worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not angry, cause it's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel sad over losing the person, but i feel sad for losing a friendship...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry it can't work out  but we have very different agendas so i guess it's better for each of us anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then losing a friend, i feel like i'm losing my life, i'm getting a new one, i don't really know if it's better, i lovethe people around me, more then i ever do in my life, i guess that i wish to keep these people, but the truth is that some will move on, and only some will stay, but in my life i love them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm neglecting my friends i know, but i hope they know that everyday i sit at my computer and in front sits a picture of all of then smiling, together, that i browse through the few hundred photos from time to time, of the captured moments of happiness, but i'm always a person who doesn't dare act out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need them to know that i have a few biger things to do, i know sometimes it may not be the time for me to do it, but it happens and thats how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda bad but you know i went overseas and i only bought things for them.. haha not even family... opps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i value them, love them, miss them... but as it is i cannot fulfil my duties, and it's irresponsible of me... even though i have bigger things at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully they will stay long enough to understand what i'm doing....&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a bigger calling, then boring studying... oh they know, i not exactly puntual on handing in homework.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just hope that my new life would be better, cause i'm not exactly enjoying every minute f it, but i'm not sad, i just think it's a little fast, i'm put outside my usual la la land, i guess that why, so i think it's time for me to stand up to the real world, or maybe still take a little time to stand up, cause i know once i do, i won't be sitting very soon... but stand up i must.. very soon.. hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you understand everything, drop me a note....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-116593715745593083?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/116593715745593083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=116593715745593083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/116593715745593083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/116593715745593083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/12/okim-now-listening-to-some-sad-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-116291887799484014</id><published>2006-11-07T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:01:18.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. many people have been asking me to blog again...&lt;br /&gt;the thing is i really got little time to blog mow a days besides i only blog to pour out my problems&lt;br /&gt;or times when i have memories i want to keep or make known to my friends...&lt;br /&gt;so forgive me if i don't blog, but if you understand it correctly, then you should be happy that i don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few weeks have been nice... i wouldn't say great, i feel like i'm going through each day without really doing anything... haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say my life is sad, but i'm not that very happy either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loosing touch with myself... i think i'm just letting the days carry me... ask me to do it, and just maybe i will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think something drastic has to happen in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for that day to come, when i will finally fall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-116291887799484014?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/116291887799484014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=116291887799484014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/116291887799484014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/116291887799484014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-115340546991725351</id><published>2006-07-20T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:24:29.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>running away is the best thing i do now....&lt;br /&gt;running away from my responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored,&lt;br /&gt;i'll do it later,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick-haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;how did i let myself become like that?&lt;br /&gt;life has changed for me....&lt;br /&gt;with the people in my life,&lt;br /&gt;what i want to become has changed,&lt;br /&gt;what i was once good at is now no more,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not going to blame anyone but myself for letting this happen,&lt;br /&gt;no one should take the blame( but the government)-haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a show on happiness just now-just shoot 2&lt;br /&gt;there where many different definations of happiness&lt;br /&gt;happiness is in making the right choice&lt;br /&gt;happiness is a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is happiness anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i think happiness should being able to love someone and have someone love you? No?&lt;br /&gt;i think happiness is a funny feeling you get when you laugh&lt;br /&gt;i think it is watching something sleep peacfully, animal or person&lt;br /&gt;i think happiness should be you,&lt;br /&gt;so thank you for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note i had taken medication so i just make not may sense....haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-115340546991725351?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/115340546991725351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=115340546991725351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115340546991725351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115340546991725351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/07/running-away-is-best-thing-i-do-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-115321714808281421</id><published>2006-07-18T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T03:05:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh it's been a while since a blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothings up lately, just fell sick oh that's nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, the next big thing is going to XIAMEN!!!!!!!!!!! oh man have i been looking forward to this the whole year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's this saturday! 22... can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope it's not going to be one of those hotels that has water that is yellow or brown...&lt;br /&gt;the room is clean, in every sense...&lt;br /&gt;we have a tv and proper channels to watch...&lt;br /&gt;a good cafe below, or better still shopping area...&lt;br /&gt;that it wouldn't be so hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, so that's it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is staring to become a wish list.... oh well.... i just hope "somebody" is watching...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll update you guys when i come back...&lt;br /&gt;(note) please do not call me from 22-27 of july even to find out result, if i call you you know, if i don't you know too.. ok? take care till i come back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-115321714808281421?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-115210680224681239</id><published>2006-07-05T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T03:08:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be walking in the rain on my way home on a lazy monday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be having coffee at a dark old coffee house, in my usual sit, when it's raining , reading a novel on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to wake up late on a wednessday morning, not do my bed and have branch with my dog(sam-if i ever get one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to work late into the night on hardworking thursday- and have a mid-night snack watching comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to sit on a roof on a clear firday night gazing at the stars and form my own name-ego haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be a friend on saturday and follow whatever my friends do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be watching playful dogs run around the sandy beach on sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to do all these and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;but life does not always happen that way, life is always like a thursday.... haha&lt;br /&gt;but we got to find some time, to enjoy ourselves, to let us be able to think about little things and just smile, and you find that after thursday comes friday and all the other days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-115210680224681239?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/115210680224681239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=115210680224681239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115210680224681239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115210680224681239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/07/thoughts-id-like-to-be-walking-in-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-115202258197427278</id><published>2006-07-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:16:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm, i guess you can call me a sadist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like feeling sad, i think it makes a person real, or at least i feel real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel sad, i want to see who would be there to break my fall, and i don't usually make it easy for them... i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a test? i guess part of me is doing that, but the other part is genuinely sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a dido song "see you when you're 40" &lt;br /&gt;"You think that you are complicated, deep mystery to all&lt;br /&gt;Well it's taken me a while to see, you're not so special&lt;br /&gt;All energy no meaning, with a lot of words&lt;br /&gt;So paper thin that one real feeling, could knock you down&lt;br /&gt;So see you when your 40, lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;being comforted by strangers you'll never need to know&lt;br /&gt;not sad because you lost me&lt;br /&gt;but sad because you thought it was cool to be sad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, indulging in sadness is not too good, but i enjoy such aimlessness from time to time, just space out, stone, numb, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;i need someone who i can truely count on.. don't get me wrong i'm not despo but i think that friends for life sometimes have very strong bonds- like the people in "friends"&lt;br /&gt;i remember pheebs saying, "girl and boy friends come in and out, but this(friendship) is for life"&lt;br /&gt;and i believe in that. i really do, cause i &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; i already found someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, dido sang another song that i'll leave you with, i hope whoever is reading this understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a ghost don't need a key&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend I've come to be&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think of getting up for me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even need to speak&lt;br /&gt;When I've been here for just one day&lt;br /&gt;You'll already miss me if I go away&lt;br /&gt;So close the blinds and shut the door&lt;br /&gt;You won't need other friends anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're cold I'll keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;If you're low just hold on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will be your safety&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't leave home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived when you were weak&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you weaker, like a child&lt;br /&gt;Now all your love you give to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how quiet, quiet the world can be&lt;br /&gt;When it's just you and little me&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clear and everything is new&lt;br /&gt;So you won't be leaving will you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is dedicated to some people, to these people, all the songs please do not take them literally, haha, rite... bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-115202258197427278?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-115168656687414612</id><published>2006-06-30T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:56:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is one of those days that i'm supposed to enjoy myself but i really didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i had a chance to do something, i didn't... and after that i felt stupid about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even did 2 things that i liked alot...&lt;br /&gt;1) looking at CDs&lt;br /&gt;2) sitting in the coffee house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but none of them i enjoyed as much as i used to...&lt;br /&gt;it's so sad really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm not the person i used to be before, i'm not as strong, not as powerful.&lt;br /&gt;i could easily lead a life that involves only one person last time, and enjoy myself, taking care of myself, but now it's different, now it's all about how other people threat me, what they think or going to think about me, there are sometimes just too many things to consider that i get abit frustrated with myself. somethimes there are things that i can do but i don't do them , because at that time it seems so embarrassing, or akward, but after that it just becomes worse.... which drives me nuts more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so useless...&lt;br /&gt;eevrything about my life now just makes me feel so down....&lt;br /&gt;i just need a super duper sad song now... wah to sink into depression for a while and then once i've hit rock bottom, i'll come back up again, so ppl who read this don't be so worried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trust that all who read this are my closer friends, if there is anything you could do to be yourself at this point of time, jst do it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-115168656687414612?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/115168656687414612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=115168656687414612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115168656687414612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115168656687414612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-one-of-those-days-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-115116944632010738</id><published>2006-06-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:17:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that i like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the coffee house, sitting around talking to close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to see the stars in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the beach waiting for sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying down in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blasting the aircon hiding under the blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling sad from a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathing in hot water, and singing to disturb my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having someone try their best to get me out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having friends call me in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing a 3000 word essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arguing about religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding fault with my teacher's teachings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being messy but organised=organise messes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing out loud at comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling asleep while watching a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting the chance to nag at ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should enjoy the little things in life that come by us, even for a moment, and then carry on with our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, right here, i'll like to thank a few special people in my life,&lt;br /&gt;cheryl, lyna, lyly, san san, kee hong, siew ting, ying xian, jean yup, jing wen, qi ling, huang tian cheng, zhang xiu yan, lee bai yang, siva kumar menom, chan siew boon, elizabeth lim, wong chik siew, xu yi ping, nelson kwei, ajc first 3 months, ajc jae 1206, my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life would have been so much more boring without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-115116944632010738?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/115116944632010738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=115116944632010738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115116944632010738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/115116944632010738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-that-i-like-sitting-in-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-115116542192367889</id><published>2006-06-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T09:10:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, it's me again.. not been here for quite a while i know but who reads this shit anyways? haha.. probably you.... thanx for checking me from time to time.... cause not everyone does that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today was a special day for me i guess, cause today i found a diamond in the rocks, or at least i hope so... you know when you find something like that, it doesn't look of any value yet, it's just a chunk of rock, but it has the potential to be precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something about this rock that really intrigues me, the funny thing is that it doesn't think it's a diamond... it thinks it's like any other rock-basalt if you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is stubbornly strong, in the sense it is itself and very little or close to nothing has the ability to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't come across diamonds too often, but this one is different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, there are many things that i feel but i cannot write because i don't even know for sure if this is a diamond that i can keep, so i will write again once i have polished it, and be proud to tell about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... hey if you are reading this don't bring this up okie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-115116542192367889?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-114840200338234701</id><published>2006-05-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:33:23.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like i'm drowning now, in people's distrust, in people's anger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm suffocating from the new air that i breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a lost child, amid a sea of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel all these because of my new responsibility....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, one who stands before you i shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of them want me to shout yet no one listens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they walk a path that leads them back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they want someone to lead a different path,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they step infront and ask to be followed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why then do i call myself a leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i am not given the chance to prove my ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is this just the time they need to learn my ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense to you... i'm just writing what i feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-114840200338234701?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/114840200338234701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=114840200338234701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/114840200338234701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/114840200338234701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-like-im-drowning-now-in-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-114840027083824931</id><published>2006-05-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:04:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, not knowing can be a blessing.... don't you think? no worries.... although it may seem like your mind is a blank or should we say white, like a  piece of paper, like you jave no knowledge, but sometimes this white can also be like the soft fluffy clouds that cushion one from reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, you may think that being in one's own bubble, can be said to be ignorant about the things that go on around you, but sometimes, just slow down and think for a moment, is it really that important? is it really important to go on in life, like everyone else, doing what can be done, sloving all problems, do we sometimes have to do it at the expense of happiness... don't get me wrong here, i don't mean to say that we should not go to school or not carry out our duties, i'm just saying, i would be nice, if i didn't know my problems just as yet, it's kinda one of those "it is better to be loved than never be loved before" kinda feeling okie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* maybe i'm just escaping from my problems now...&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i'm not up to it this time, like any other time,&lt;br /&gt;is this time in my life just a phase like everyone says it is?&lt;br /&gt;i feel that it has got something to do with me...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i really don't....&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just don't want to realise it just as yet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-114840027083824931?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/114840027083824931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=114840027083824931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/114840027083824931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24471363/posts/default/114840027083824931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-not-knowing-can-be-blessing.html' title=''/><author><name>kanerox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06636204635232961910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24471363.post-114457594972729222</id><published>2006-04-09T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:45:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yester day day was cheryl's only day with me and she blew me off, well not the whole day but half to 3/4 of it.... but she was doing her stuff for australia ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in god? i think after the day before i did think that there was this light up there in the universe that was watching us.. but i didn't expect him to show up so soon.... maybe mid-life or something like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh... to christians reading this, no offense but i think god isn't just jeus!)&lt;br /&gt;(the following may sound crazy to you, but i did impact me i little....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i left my house, i was going to take the bus, but hey, she said she'll be late so might as well walk rite? burn off some of those fats since i hardly exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then not more than 3 min after i started walking that the bus came.. and i was like "shit should have took the bus!"-by the way, i'm pretty lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suddenly thought of her, and i was thinking how this was my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see now everytime cheryl called me to go out with her and "reserved" me for the day, i would  say okie to her, then come that day or the day before, i would ring her up and cancel on her, sometimes for my friends, sometimes for my work and what have you not.... i know i suck.... but she always asked, and now that she was leaving(at that point in time) i felt i have let so many chances pass me by, like that bus.... just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't think much of it and continued walking. then there came a junction, and i had a choice, either walk striaght or cross, well i decided walk stright and just at that moment, the green man sginaled to cross and i was like--hello up there, message recieved now what do i do? i was pretty amazed by how all these happened at once... and that was not all, through out my walking journey to her place(15 min away) i kept missing chances to cross the road, to do things..... is this a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this may sound lame to you but it's really something to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ened up buying her dinner that night, i was planning to bring her out somewhere nice, but we were both tired and lazy asses, so we just ordered pizza instead.. haha... then after dinner we went to mustafa center to get some stuff, and we walked the night bazar after that and then went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night i stayed up writing her a letter and coming up with little things for her to remember me.... it was torture! my eyes just kept watering.... i couldn't help it.... she was really leaving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years we've been through, through enedless nights of talking, 6 years where we called each other up at 4 am at times just to talk and confide our woes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years is not enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years is not enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry can't write now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-114457594972729222?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/114457594972729222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hihi, this is me, your one and only&lt;br /&gt;anyways saw the blog and i'm supposed to annouce that i'm through to the next round that is on 4, 5, and 6 of april&lt;br /&gt;this would be a hotel stay at i dono which one yet&lt;br /&gt;anyways i would be skipping school cause it's a tues, wed, and thurs, (figers crossed) hope nothing big happens on that day!&lt;br /&gt;anyways i would keep you peps informed via this method, more information coming up on the 30 of march (attending briefing) stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kane rox! &lt;--- should make this my new name or something, haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-114295343527539208?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/114295343527539208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hihi, this is my first time blogging, some of the stuff that you see here maybe seen on a different blog that is &lt;a href="http://www.ajc1206.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ajc1206.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, which was actually yesterday, i saw cheryl sad.&lt;br /&gt;it broke my heart even more when i saw esther sad...&lt;br /&gt;i din't want anyone to be sad, but it was something i couldn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i dedicate this song to cheryl not in my singing voice(because i'm too shy to sing still-dono how the hell i'm going to get through but still somehow, things will work out)&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and troubled&lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;And nothing, nothing is going right&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;br /&gt;And soon I will be there&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up even your darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just call out my name&lt;br /&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there, yes we will,&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky above you&lt;br /&gt;Should turn dark and full of clouds&lt;br /&gt;And that old north wind should begin to blow&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head together&lt;br /&gt;And call my name out loud, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be knocking upon your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just call out my name&lt;br /&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running, oh yes I will&lt;br /&gt;To see you again&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it good to know that&lt;br /&gt;you've got a friend&lt;br /&gt;When people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;They'll hurt you, and desert you&lt;br /&gt;And take your soul if you let themOh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;but don't you let them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just call out my name&lt;br /&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there, yes I will.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this will cheer you up,&lt;br /&gt;please don bring this up infront of me-thanx&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;loves, kane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24471363-114295330050910949?l=kanerox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanerox.blogspot.com/feeds/114295330050910949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24471363&amp;postID=114295330050910949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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