<?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-8057357468578597210</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:51:56.106+08:00</updated><category term='tags'/><category term='candid stories'/><category term='photo journal'/><category term='foods and more foodstuff'/><category term='schedules'/><category term='meaningful lyrics'/><category term='random'/><category term='christian fellowship'/><category term='emo'/><category term='daily bread'/><category term='musics'/><category term='yam cha'/><category term='journal passages'/><category term='love'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>SAY WHA?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4795928753875511583</id><published>2012-01-07T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:49:53.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Old Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdre9xTiCy4/Smsenc7v80I/AAAAAAAAA2w/F_rQnrtLR8Y/s400/flame1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdre9xTiCy4/Smsenc7v80I/AAAAAAAAA2w/F_rQnrtLR8Y/s320/flame1.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a close friend of mine yesterday. If you have been following my blog since early 2008, then you should know the infamous, D by now. D came back from the States a few weeks ago and we finally had the chance to catch up, if you're reading this D, thanks for the coffee and yes I am still not used to Starbucks. Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' D, always giving me space to share my thoughts and feelings, it wasn't long till we started talking about someone whom I use to know pretty well. Somehow it got me thinking tonight, of some things I have shared with this person. He used to be someone I could share my worries with when we were still in school and soon, one thing led to another. Unfortunately things turned ugly and we are no longer in touch. I remembered during those messed up times, there were exchange of words that one may not be able to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I want to give credit to my darling even though he may not be perfect too, one thing that he did that made me realize for the past 2 years, is that when he set his eyes on me, he set his priorities straight too. I was once very insecure between him and his best friend, and he did all he could to assure me. That was something that we couldn't have back then, I always felt insecure. Its so different now with darling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future may seem shaky for me and my darling right now, but I sure am very glad that Z came into my life. Though I moved on pretty well before I met him, whatever we shared and still share is really so different, so fresh that I have no room to keep the past in mind. I thank God for taking control of things in my life, and knowing what's best for me. Even if there comes a day that we both may fall out of love (I hope not), I am just very contented with the memories I have of us in my heart and mind at this present state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for that someone I used to know, I pray that you will find love and that it will all work out for you. I still care and I always will, thank you for being a good friend when I needed one back then. I hope that one day, you can leave all the hate and anger behind and remember some of your old friends, and I sure would like to be one of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a night for me to again, count my blessing. I am very blessed with a pretty lame but loving darling, and a buddy who still listens to all my crap after all these years. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4795928753875511583?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4795928753875511583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2012/01/old-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4795928753875511583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4795928753875511583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2012/01/old-flame.html' title='Old Flame'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdre9xTiCy4/Smsenc7v80I/AAAAAAAAA2w/F_rQnrtLR8Y/s72-c/flame1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6450734729707291473</id><published>2012-01-05T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:58:55.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Happy Ending Wish</title><content type='html'>Today I was having dinner with a close friend of mine. We chose to dine at Lavender's. As we entered the restaurant, I fell in love with the decoration and settings of the place. It wasn't long till I started thinking to myself, how great this place would be if I were to be proposed to here. I suppose my imagination went wild after watching quite a number of romantic movies. But then again, as I look at my relationship with my other half at present, this is what I really hope to have one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey with each other have not been the least easy since the beginning. I guess this is what people meant by opposite attract. It's been over two years now, and in 3 months we would be approaching our 3rd year together. As I watched these movies, I wondered, will I have my happy ending some day? Perhaps 5 years down the road as I read this post again, I'd feel all foolish and immature but this is what I'm feeling right now, a 22 year old girl on her 3rd year relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I know no matter how much I want this happy ending to happen, God is in control, and that if it is His will for us to be together till the end of times, I'm sure he'll work something out between the both of us. It is indeed very difficult for me to put my whole trust in Him. I really love this man, and I really do want to spend the rest of my life with him. The flaws we each have, they come in between us without fail. The more we tolerate, the harder it becomes. There are times when I felt that I have sacrificed too much for us. There are times that I just felt like giving up and move on with the things I love in life. But I'm still holding on to the words my loved one once said, "I love you, and no matter whether you can sing or not, I still love you." Simple words, but they meant a lot to me. And I hold them dearly to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the future lies remains unclear, but I do pray that we both pray to Him to continuously bless us and teach us to appreciate each other and to love each other more. I pray that someday, this little happy ending of mine would come true. Silver and gold I don't require, but a loving family is what I pray for. Even though mom and dad are divorced, but they gave me a loving family for the past 15 years of my life, and I'd love to give that to my children and theirs their own too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/409326_10150472968219156_639164155_9109995_2043411380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/409326_10150472968219156_639164155_9109995_2043411380_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's hope this happens some day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6450734729707291473?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6450734729707291473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-ending-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6450734729707291473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6450734729707291473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-ending-wish.html' title='Happy Ending Wish'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7752106150405532593</id><published>2011-12-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:12:55.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Growing Up Price.</title><content type='html'>Growing up isn't the easiest part of life but I don't suppose anyone is given a choice. For the past few months of internship and my last semester, juggling it all was my life's worst nightmare. I've come so far and this is the end of my semester, and somehow I felt that I did not do my best for my last two papers. I wish the fire in me did not die just a few days before having it all, but it's too late to turn back time now. I can only pray that my results are acceptable for the degree that I have always wanted...in which now, I'm not so sure if I want it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what I have not learned throughout these past few months, but what I have learned, would be that life is a game of gamble. I have come to realize that in this world, you don't get candy for free. Every thing has a price to pay. Throughout my experience, a taste of what my career would be in the near future, debts are a high price to pay, and debts are the way to get around things. It isn't always on your side to play the "friend" card to get your way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this blog post is rather vague. But what I am trying to say is that I guess I have grown up a little more now. As I step into the world of adulthood, it scares me some times to actually realize what an animal world we live in. As cruel as it sounds, I sometimes fear because you'll never know who is truly your friend. I've been through the most difficult times in the past few months, and it was something that I would never forget. To actually go through so much emotional stress that it has became physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, there are more responsibilities that we carry on our shoulders, and it's never easy. There's no turning back. When I stepped into the world of lies, my skin turned white out of shock. I once stepped into a world that I had to surrender my soul to the Devil. The Demons in there were out there to get you, watching you, and just waiting for the right time to get you. But I must say that God is amazing. The many fire pots I was put into, He saved me. Even though I never thought I would know myself again, I got out of it and I survived. He taught me that growing up is not going to be a joyride. It's going to be quite a ride, rather. And tomorrow, I have another battlefield to finish to pay off my "debts", one of the things I learned, is to never pull out that "friend" card just because I can. And as I walk out there to sell my soul to the Devil the second time, I hope that I would read this post again some time later and know that I survived yet again by the grace of God and that I would have grown up a little more again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelocalpoker.com/wp-content/uploads/14_4_orig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thelocalpoker.com/wp-content/uploads/14_4_orig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Image retrieved from: http://www.thelocalpoker.com/wp-content/uploads/14_4_orig.jpg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is very much like a round of poker, and Aces don't always come your way. Just don't meet the Joker.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7752106150405532593?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7752106150405532593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/12/growing-up-price.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7752106150405532593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7752106150405532593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/12/growing-up-price.html' title='Growing Up Price.'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1408617998258041599</id><published>2011-07-06T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:27:18.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo journal'/><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_kfmR3tc30/ThPMOIfm0qI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FMQskhewPiQ/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_kfmR3tc30/ThPMOIfm0qI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FMQskhewPiQ/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo taken by me! =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's faithfulness are new every morning. Flowers wither but His love and faithfulness never will! I've been through a lot ever since I left Seremban, and ever since dad left. No matter how hard the road have been, despite the many times I thought that I wouldn't make it, I made it through a number of things through His strength. I'm almost through this huge mountain, Lord, I will trust in You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Nr516zhKeI/ThPNzKmMdfI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YJcJqW-_eYM/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Nr516zhKeI/ThPNzKmMdfI/AAAAAAAAA3k/YJcJqW-_eYM/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo taken by me again! =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me this wonderful church to serve in. Despite the distance, I believe He has a plan for me. This church has been a training ground for me to get back on my feet and continue battling spiritual warfare. Lord, thank You for letting me serve You. This is my first church that I've served in for a good two years after 3 years of church hopping. And not forgetting, that the Lord has blessed me with my other half. Thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gj5Heq_wmTQ/ThPOcgrePRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/hPHKqsO09Z8/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gj5Heq_wmTQ/ThPOcgrePRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/hPHKqsO09Z8/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo taken by me :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I lost some friends, and I met some. I know that the Lord has never  forsaken me. I'm very blessed to know the above two. Despite our  differences, we actually got along pretty well. It has been a great  blessing with their willingness to help, comfort and sharing and not  forgetting the countless fits of laughter. Thank you girls for being  there for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FQl-kW5bfU/ThPQq_chHeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/pDunKaZ-lgI/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FQl-kW5bfU/ThPQq_chHeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/pDunKaZ-lgI/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend who would send me everywhere and wouldn't mind dipping her feet into slimy waters.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMPE86aj18E/ThPRKa6jwHI/AAAAAAAAA3w/0ZT3d9zQ14U/s1600/DSC_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMPE86aj18E/ThPRKa6jwHI/AAAAAAAAA3w/0ZT3d9zQ14U/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend who would jump, run, squeeze for my photo shoot requirements! Sweats and trips but never complains :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course, not forgetting the one, I've truly been blessed with for the past two years and still counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NN87DHDyDDM/ThPSYJpb_5I/AAAAAAAAA30/6lkTMzk8aBw/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NN87DHDyDDM/ThPSYJpb_5I/AAAAAAAAA30/6lkTMzk8aBw/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the many troubles we've faced, it all depends on which road we decided to take, and the consequences we have to face. The journey mom and I have been through and still going, wouldn't have been possible without His love and guidance. And I am very blessed to have a mother who understands, cares, and lets me tease like a friend! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDr5e_nEVWw/ThPVfG1t0cI/AAAAAAAAA38/8jEZIpjaAR0/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDr5e_nEVWw/ThPVfG1t0cI/AAAAAAAAA38/8jEZIpjaAR0/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're almost there, mee! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine shared this video with me last night :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/C7DlNIU7FCY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7DlNIU7FCY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7DlNIU7FCY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot, despite the hurts and disappointments, I am truly blessed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a verse that I would like to share on this occassion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman',times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman',times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and&amp;nbsp;He saveth them out of their distresses. &lt;br /&gt;He sent His word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions. KJV Psalm 107:19-20"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;P/S: I know my photography skills still suck, but I'm tryinggggg!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman',times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Count your blessings! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman',times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman',times,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1408617998258041599?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1408617998258041599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/07/count-your-blessings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1408617998258041599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1408617998258041599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/07/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_kfmR3tc30/ThPMOIfm0qI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FMQskhewPiQ/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8329296188929307558</id><published>2011-06-07T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:56:40.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods and more foodstuff'/><title type='text'>Woks and pans</title><content type='html'>I cooked scrambled eggs with capiscium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIjggm7R3dQ/Te3YrBo-L7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/hmzxeLTylGM/s1600/IMG038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIjggm7R3dQ/Te3YrBo-L7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/hmzxeLTylGM/s320/IMG038.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cooked my usual spaghetti bolognaise the other day, but this time with spinach spaghetti noodles. I don't quite like it, but it was worth a try.....and healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aiRoQvVLoag/Te3ZJStyLQI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cGK819NTXbo/s1600/IMG035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aiRoQvVLoag/Te3ZJStyLQI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cGK819NTXbo/s320/IMG035.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting pork balls to go with 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kCyoqryiv8/Te3ZgEHdoSI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IXreh5Z9q8w/s1600/Photo0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kCyoqryiv8/Te3ZgEHdoSI/AAAAAAAAA3c/IXreh5Z9q8w/s320/Photo0043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Buritos next ? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8329296188929307558?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8329296188929307558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/06/woks-and-pans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8329296188929307558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8329296188929307558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/06/woks-and-pans.html' title='Woks and pans'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIjggm7R3dQ/Te3YrBo-L7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/hmzxeLTylGM/s72-c/IMG038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2532856972128238257</id><published>2011-04-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:39:15.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>We're almost home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parentsconnect.com/editorial_images/14/mom-and-daughter-280X280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.parentsconnect.com/editorial_images/14/mom-and-daughter-280X280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We've been through years of struggle,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Countless wars and pains,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just a few more leaps,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And we're there,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're almost home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The lines on your face and hands,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reminds me who I am ,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And who am I to become,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The veins on your arms,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tells me what a mother you are,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're almost home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter how the world sees us,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You kept me strong,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even when you're weak, you gave m e strength,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whenever we gave up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We laughed it off and kept pushing forward,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're almost home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It has been hard,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It gets harder as the day goes by,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it's all worth it when I'm with you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You gave me hope in the midst of disappointments,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like a toddler learning how to walk,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You guided me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're almost home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe our race for happiness is almost here,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just need to win this race,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I worry for you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you worry for me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord please keep us both save,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mum, we're almost home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/england-cottage-l-diane-johnson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/england-cottage-l-diane-johnson.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2532856972128238257?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2532856972128238257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/04/were-almost-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2532856972128238257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2532856972128238257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/04/were-almost-home.html' title='We&apos;re almost home.'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7067131072337387284</id><published>2011-04-11T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:21:04.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Servant Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pastorchrisowens.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/washing-feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://pastorchrisowens.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/washing-feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A friend of mine told me, that she didn't want to sacrifice her time participating in any sidekick roles for a play. As I was hearing this, I reflected on a lot of things. Back when I first came to Banting, I felt that every one's wasting my time. I felt that I deserved better. Then when my pastor gave me a chance to serve, I felt that they should all listen to me when I coach voice, because I'm doing it for free. It wasn't long till I got into trouble, misunderstandings and arguments with the ministry. I was pretty disappointed because I felt that I did not fit in with the crowd. I even stopped serving for a couple of months because I thought that this church wasn't meant for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spent those few months down there as part of the congregation, I realized how great our God is, He can make use of us anytime and also use someone else whenever we think we are too great for something. When I stopped coaching voice and serving, the team went on week after week. Then I realized that I'm not so great after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes we tend to overlook the minor roles in life. I met another pastor's daughter last week and I asked her, 'Do you serve in your church?' she humbly replied, 'Yes, I'm just an usher' In most churches that I have been to ( I'm not generalizing) , most pastor's kids have a certain responsibility or role to play in church. But this is my first time hearing a Pastor's child saying, "I'm just an usher". I was touched by her humbleness to serve in such manner, a person who did not want much of a name but just humbly serving God by welcoming people at the door every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I figured, it's not the talents that God has given us made us great, but its the heart that we have, that servant heart to serve Him and His people. We can have all the talents in the world, but if we think too much of ourselves and our sacrifices, we are not serving in proper manner. It's just when Jesus took those beatings for us before He was nailed upon the cross, what if He thought of Himself being a Son of God and did not deserve such sacrifice? If the lady thought much about her sacrifice, then she wouldn't have broken her most expensive alabaster jar to wash Jesus' feet. Our Father takes into account of every little thing we do despite how small the role may be. Thank You Father for enlightening me once again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7067131072337387284?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7067131072337387284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/04/servant-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7067131072337387284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7067131072337387284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/04/servant-heart.html' title='Servant Heart'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8280474517335242315</id><published>2011-04-06T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:31:42.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaningful lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Warfares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatplainspoet.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/kneeling_in_prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://thegreatplainspoet.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/kneeling_in_prayer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nightmares and morningmares,&lt;br /&gt;You can attack me whenever you want,&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never succeed,&lt;br /&gt;Because my God is great and the Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to compare to rule over me?&lt;br /&gt;You may whisper words in my mind and heart,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone I know you are near,&lt;br /&gt;But the one next to me isn't you,&lt;br /&gt;My Abba Father is always next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Always IN me. &lt;br /&gt;So get out of my house,&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head,&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord who has loved us enough to give up His own son,&lt;br /&gt;I rebuke you, evil one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Whisper me sweet words of comfort and strength,&lt;br /&gt;I know You'll never leave me,&lt;br /&gt;I know there would only be one pair of footprints in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;You will be carrying me home and to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chumpysclipart.com/images/illustrations/thumbnail/3218_picture_of_a_girl_hanging_from_a_tree_branch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.chumpysclipart.com/images/illustrations/thumbnail/3218_picture_of_a_girl_hanging_from_a_tree_branch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord. It is not His will for us to know what He has planned for us in our lives. We have to seek Him at all times and carry on this journey called- life along with His guidance. It has been years of pain and turmoil. Arguments and bitter tongues that numbed my brain and soul and to the very core of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I see Him face to face, it is my destiny to hand my future in His hands. I encourage all of you, to not carry your burdens alone. I have done so for many years now, and I am older than my age. When I sang this song last week- "Till I see You" by Hillsong, I felt a load of burden in my heart. It was so heavy it was suffocating. I could not sing, it was as though you were living but you are actually dead. I felt restless and I could not sing. I felt heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sang it again and again, I asked God, "God!! Where are You? Help me!" I cried out to Him in my heart. And then it was as though it was just a bad dream, the heaviness in my heart left me. I knew at that point that I was given a lesson to be still and know that He is our God Almighty. And we cannot do all things without Christ, because it is Christ that will strengthen us. (Philippians 4:13 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a storm that I am facing in reality. A storm that I doubt my faith in the sea. Just as the fishermen woke Jesus up because they had such little faith in the sea despite the fact that Jesus was with them. God uses different people in different situations. I've had friends who were with me in the past recent years, that have left me now. But I know He has plans for me and my family and the promised freedom is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what little faith I have I say, give glory to Him. Give honour to Him; because the branch that you want to hold on to in times like this, would be the hand of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Zj49GANh-D0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zj49GANh-D0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zj49GANh-D0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us trust in Him and live a child in awe of Him each day. Have a great week ahead! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-5169803428083075468?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5169803428083075468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/04/everlasting-branch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5169803428083075468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5169803428083075468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/04/everlasting-branch.html' title='Everlasting branch'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1803425413992634531</id><published>2011-03-24T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:11:36.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>I've always been living in an unfair world. Well. I guess I made myself think that the world was unfair to me. As those of you who may have already known me, I carry with me lines and bulging eye bags of fatigue from worry and stress. Not forgetting that permanent frown I have across my forehead. I recently met someone, at first, I felt so irritated because she talks a lot about the past and I said to myself, I've got too much to worry about my future and the things that may take place the very next day, I don't have time for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon as I sat down to recall everything that she- &lt;a href="http://littleredsmile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt; has said to me in the few days that we have gotten close, it's like child's play, we met in a "sandbox" (college) and soon enough we were sharing Barbie (topics) and just somehow clicked. I soon got to realize that she's patiently reminding me that the world doesn't have to be that pitch black and cold all the time. Sometimes we just gotta learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the scars all over her face and I know she's been through her share of nightmares. I truly am happy and sometimes envious to see her at ease while I'm still battling with mine. But somehow I'm glad that she shares her past with me giving me courage to push on forward. Ever since &lt;a href="http://oi-spattergroit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen &lt;/a&gt;left, I never really had anyone to talk to about my feelings, and yes sometimes I really do feel like a turtle, it is so tiring to carry such a hard shell on my back when I'm really just so vulnerable on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this new friend of mine told me that she's really looking forward to a long lasting friendship (she's been previously hurt by friends on several episodes) it somehow freaked me out a little because I've come so far in this journey alone. I once had a friend, and I depended too much on him that he had to leave me half way in hope that I would learn how to be independent. It has been so long since I have shared my emotions to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat back and looked at all I have with me now, I realized how much I have neglected the people around me. I have been so headstrong with things in life, that I have failed to see past their needs. I was watching Glee just now, and when Rachel sang "The Only Exception" by Paramore to her boyfriend, she confessed that she should not have tried to control every inch of the relationship. It struck me that I am tired because I try to control everything on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home today, and I read the daily bread on Facebook. I thought I'd share with all of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Garamond,serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do not fear, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. —&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+12%3A32" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="scripture reference verse"&gt;Luke 12:32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I realize now that I have been very much a hypocrite. Sharing and telling that we should give all glory to Him, I have neglected the one simple thing He told us to do, "Cast all worries on Him" I pray that this renewed joyful heart would last, I pray that I will not turn back to look at the past when things don't go my way, because I know when I ask of Him, I will receive, maybe just not NOW, but I will when it is time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I have no idea if I made sense in this post, but, yeh, mixed feelings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/jNUZ3DLV9Mk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNUZ3DLV9Mk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/178064/dead-rose-beautiful-petals-31000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/178064/dead-rose-beautiful-petals-31000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who would've known&lt;br /&gt;That the word love&lt;br /&gt;Would sting when mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how hard it is&lt;br /&gt;To run the race in life&lt;br /&gt;But to only come home&lt;br /&gt;To endless rounds of bloodshed wars&lt;br /&gt;That plays repeatedly in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about a bee sting,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about gun shot wounds,&lt;br /&gt;And slash wounds,&lt;br /&gt;Burnt wounds,&lt;br /&gt;That scarred my mind and to the very core of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired,&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to run my own race,&lt;br /&gt;Too restless to hold her hand,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the numbing pain,&lt;br /&gt;I was made to give her hope,&lt;br /&gt;Hopes that even I couldn't believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ran&lt;br /&gt;With glass pieces in the soles of your feet,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no reason to scream,&lt;br /&gt;Because the pain has been so familiar,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt so badly,&lt;br /&gt;That you would just laugh in a pool of tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;Still running with her,&lt;br /&gt;Watching everything i dreamed of,&lt;br /&gt;Pass by like a wind,&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to turn back,&lt;br /&gt;No there's no time to save more memories,&lt;br /&gt;There's only running forward,&lt;br /&gt;In hope that we'd find that promised land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still living in denial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told myself that I’d get over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told many others to get over it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The show must go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And thinking about you just ain’t helping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If it’s true that we are our own teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pray we all have the courage to go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That every time we sing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We wouldn’t wait on you to correct us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That every time we sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’ll be our best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told myself I’d write something about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve failed to do that so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cause every time I think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate the fact that you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate the fact that you made so many promises with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And just left us all hanging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know you didn’t mean to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it wasn’t your intention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You just got called Home sooner than you expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we heard what you’ve done throughout your lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ve made us wish we knew you earlier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ve made ME wish we could turn back time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I get up in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wishing my Monday classes are still on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In fact, something inside me still tells me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That this is just a joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That it ain’t real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You said I was dependent of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well you didn’t give me time to grow out of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You said you’d put me through competitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you never saw me through any of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know as time passes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll be just a memory in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The father figure I’ve had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The father figure I’ll always have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The guidance I had not only for voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll write about you someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someday when I can think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;About the times we shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;About the achievements we achieved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without so much hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without that sting in my throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without that burn in my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without that dampness on my cheeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7896632847336959817?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7896632847336959817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/01/denial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7896632847336959817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7896632847336959817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/01/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-3928178587292200788</id><published>2011-01-01T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:55:30.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Bernie's Proposal</title><content type='html'>Seriously, it's not my proposal but I'm blogging about it. Haha! Found my bro, to be a very simple guy, sincere and yet creative so two thumbs up for the successful proposal! You know, watching so many TVB dramas, Movies and etc, I found this proposal to be very realistic, easy going and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4SPdykDgI/AAAAAAAAA2k/pNSsGx-78qI/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4SPdykDgI/AAAAAAAAA2k/pNSsGx-78qI/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4Tiev4VSI/AAAAAAAAA2o/q9bgTPjeHj0/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4Tiev4VSI/AAAAAAAAA2o/q9bgTPjeHj0/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4UC2E_6SI/AAAAAAAAA2s/psEXtof6DuQ/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4UC2E_6SI/AAAAAAAAA2s/psEXtof6DuQ/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4UitWuuRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cK4a60lQ81c/s1600/DSC_0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4UitWuuRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cK4a60lQ81c/s320/DSC_0280.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4VBCnvb6I/AAAAAAAAA20/xOzNItNq-80/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4VBCnvb6I/AAAAAAAAA20/xOzNItNq-80/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4Vlf5JCmI/AAAAAAAAA24/6xdNhS1e3nk/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4Vlf5JCmI/AAAAAAAAA24/6xdNhS1e3nk/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4WGOiHQrI/AAAAAAAAA28/LUJqMby8pTc/s1600/DSC_0285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4WGOiHQrI/AAAAAAAAA28/LUJqMby8pTc/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4Wluhv5gI/AAAAAAAAA3A/jNm4nFw9nrM/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4Wluhv5gI/AAAAAAAAA3A/jNm4nFw9nrM/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4XF5TlZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/P2pDnO7zxbY/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4XF5TlZ2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/P2pDnO7zxbY/s320/DSC_0287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4XmoxMJvI/AAAAAAAAA3I/kfvFMX06abw/s1600/DSC_0289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4XmoxMJvI/AAAAAAAAA3I/kfvFMX06abw/s320/DSC_0289.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with Jo and Bern done, I wonder who's next! Weeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-3928178587292200788?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3928178587292200788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/01/bernies-proposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3928178587292200788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3928178587292200788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/01/bernies-proposal.html' title='Bernie&apos;s Proposal'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4SPdykDgI/AAAAAAAAA2k/pNSsGx-78qI/s72-c/DSC_0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8196540488617285412</id><published>2011-01-01T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:17:35.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>Another year is about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of it as another stack of white piece of papers. It's gonna be up to us to paint it, write it, scribble it, throw it, mash it, whatever. Interesting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour pencils and crayons,white sheets and papers. They paint them with passion, anger, sadness and joy. We've yet to see what He has painted for us. After each year, I sit down and ponder, that despite the many heartbreaks, I am grateful that I am still sitting here. But have I found true happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have found theirs. In fact, those few seconds felt like their entire lives were hanging on a thin line...but when it was all said and done, the warm embrace of their love was enough a reward that would last them a life time. Congratulations to my dear brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full post about this later.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4PLQS_beI/AAAAAAAAA2c/l2WNfP4XLNE/s1600/DSC_0289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4PLQS_beI/AAAAAAAAA2c/l2WNfP4XLNE/s320/DSC_0289.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proposed 01/01/11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost friends, I've gained a few. I miss the ones I lost, the ones I fail to save. I've failed goals, I've achieved some. It still breaks me to know that I failed what I failed. Do new year resolutions motivate us or push us too hard sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We busy ourselves just to stop thinking. We busy ourselves to stop hurting. We get replacements of everything and everyone. We just wouldn't stop. We don't know how to. We are afraid to. We are numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning 21 this year. Another year has passed me by, and I'm starting to feel that life is short, and there's just so much I've yet to accomplish, but I don't know if I have the strength. Reading my poem for Jan 1, 2010, I had so much fire in me. Somehow, the flame's just a 'lil smaller now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself, and the things I have, the things I own, the things I achieved, am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4P_LiMJoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/oFUeIwpDlqE/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4P_LiMJoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/oFUeIwpDlqE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, teach me to love myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, tell me what do YOU want me to do for this new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8196540488617285412?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8196540488617285412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8196540488617285412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8196540488617285412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html' title='New Year 2011'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TR4PLQS_beI/AAAAAAAAA2c/l2WNfP4XLNE/s72-c/DSC_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6450753635952019382</id><published>2010-12-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:20:14.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo journal'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRoAAU1U-vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/hBilGoA2CN8/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRoAAU1U-vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/hBilGoA2CN8/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Found a&lt;span id="goog_1401999451"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1401999452"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new interest in photography lately. Well, I've always loved photography, I just never took it seriously. Digital SLRs cost me a bomb, and I have no idea how far this will take me. Some close friends question, what about my passion in music? Well, it still is in me, but I guess I'm just trying to even it out a little and try to see what the other side of the world looks like and not just be a die hard singer who knows how to do nothing but only sing. After watching GLEE and somewhat, I just start to doubt myself that I don't see myself ever becoming a singer anything like that level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying Mass Communication requires us to take up the Photo Communication class. I'm all excited about it. Speaking of which, studying Mass Comm is something so much more enjoyable than whatever I've tried to do before. But hey, let's get real. I am not the Mass Comm industry type. Will this course change me? I don't know, I'm taking baby steps to see what He provides for me in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, I'm looking forward to taking more artistic photos and not be a phoDOH as described on &lt;a href="http://www.lamebook.com/"&gt;LAMEBOOK&lt;/a&gt;. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6450753635952019382?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6450753635952019382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6450753635952019382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6450753635952019382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRoAAU1U-vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/hBilGoA2CN8/s72-c/DSC_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7315518372262487581</id><published>2010-12-27T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:15:56.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Christmas shoes!</title><content type='html'>Ever since we got together, money had always been a factor for the both of us. We never really questioned each others expenses. Somehow we just worked hard and got whatever we both wanted. This year, I pretty much achieved everything that I wanted. But what that really made my day were these Converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sturdy PUMA finally gave its way in the middle of Christmas shopping this year. A gift from mom and brother two years back. My one and only sport shoes that has served me well throughout the earlier chapters of my college days.This year, mom and my sister and brother in law, Josephine and Winston Tan contributed to my new sport shoes, this time HP. Hushiee Puppies baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRiexgeJaHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/QLoAwbUs7hI/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRiexgeJaHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/QLoAwbUs7hI/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always hated Converse. I never liked the idea of the plastic looking front. I find the style very stupid. However, ever since I met Z, he loves Converse so much that he'd still wear his old OVER worn out pair until today. I've decided to give Converse a shot, and of course, I rewarded him with a brand new pair for Christmas for being such a wonderful boyfriend in the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I snapped a picture of them shoes, I laughed. People come up with couple tees, couple mobile phone accessories, couple pendants, couple cups, couple purses and wallets but couple shoes? Hahahaha, this is seriously something new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this gift be a kick-start to our 2nd year relationship in 2011 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRifSMBBsbI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xhwBeQhwvcg/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRifSMBBsbI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xhwBeQhwvcg/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7315518372262487581?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7315518372262487581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7315518372262487581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7315518372262487581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-shoes.html' title='Christmas shoes!'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRiexgeJaHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/QLoAwbUs7hI/s72-c/DSC_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7851635346337473181</id><published>2010-12-27T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:51:59.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candid stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What is Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRhvpjHW2_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/iQ0NbmTA3WQ/s1600/DSC_0244i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRhvpjHW2_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/iQ0NbmTA3WQ/s400/DSC_0244i.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a conversation with a friend the other night, just before Christmas. I'm so very happy to see her enjoy her freedom now in the US. I was telling her about the presents I'm contemplating to buy or bought for my family members and she suddenly exclaimed, "I hate Christmas!" I was startled at first, but I soon began to understand why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...because everyone focuses on the presents and not the real meaning", she said. I explained that Christmas is all about loving and we express our love and care through gifts just like how the wisemen did on Christmas day when baby Jesus was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on Christmas day when I received a text message that my brother did not manage to get me a gift. I sulked all day and whined about it. Today it hit me, do gifts really matter? Looking back, it doesn't really matter, because the smile and the laughter and the joy we shared on that night, that very day, looking at them thanking God because you've bought them just the right gift because they couldn't afford it or never dreamed of having, just wipes away all those selfish thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is how Jesus wants us to remember Christmas? He came to this world to give us a gift, and this gift was His life... as for us who are now still living on Earth, I suppose loving each other and sharing the Gospel is what should be our priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;a href="http://oi-spattergroit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;, you've opened my eyes to yet another perspective in life. Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7851635346337473181?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7851635346337473181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7851635346337473181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7851635346337473181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-is-christmas.html' title='What is Christmas?'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/TRhvpjHW2_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/iQ0NbmTA3WQ/s72-c/DSC_0244i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1257107491201848108</id><published>2010-12-27T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:03:54.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaningful lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian fellowship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Unfailing Love</title><content type='html'>I was very down, knowing there are so many issues yet to be resolved in the worship team in my church. It just hurts me to see the what was once whole, now being tested, and one by one, soldiers of God slowly yet painfully defeated by the Evil one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struggling a lot, asking God what could I do to help the situation? What else can I do? I'm only a woman, a very normal person, who has limited capabilities in this ministry. Spoke to Pastor and he said, "when you've done your best, there's really nothing you can do but to just wait for God to do the rest but we don't ever stop loving them" And then it struck me, maybe God is doing something, perhaps in a different perspective that we may or may not agree with but, I believe everything happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just singing Chris Tomlin's Unfailing Love that somehow touched me this morning. That no matter how we try to change according to the situations or chapters in life that we go through, God never changes. So why should we change away from Him, and not continue with what we are doing to serve Him and know that no matter what all our friends do to us, no matter who left us, no matter what happens, He never changes. He is our unfailing love when all love fails. He is the Alpha and Omega the comforter, the one you run to at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, (if I have any, despite my long MIA from blogging) if you are facing so many disappointing chapters in life, and you are just so tired of TRYING to take control of things, remember, that God never changes, call upon Him and embrace His warmth. No matter how difficult the journey may be, do not stop loving, do not stop hoping, but have faith in the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/k_MyC6kJzPg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_MyC6kJzPg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_MyC6kJzPg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1257107491201848108?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1257107491201848108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/unfailing-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1257107491201848108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1257107491201848108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/12/unfailing-love.html' title='Unfailing Love'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1642927181314070240</id><published>2010-08-06T02:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:05:49.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What If(s)</title><content type='html'>Just another cooling night, love the night breeze in Seremban, makes me fall lazily deep in thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked back on the people I've met along the way, from the days before I left high school until today, I've seen so many walks of life in just a matter of 3 years. What fascinates me is their love life. Some loyal, faithful lovers still weeping over their lost loved ones, some Casanova hopping from one relationship to another just like a summer vacation. Just gets me to question, what's love really to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it got me to wonder, we give each other endearments, when we are with our lovers, when things turned ugly and we move on, how do we walk out from that puddle of love and learn to love another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person of experience, I certainly could not have done that without a full year of picking myself up and the pieces of life that I have left behind. When we find a new love, won't our past haunt us? The what if questions are the ones that haunt me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;What if we never argued, maybe we'd be married by now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I never walked away and fought on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I never spoke to this other guy, he would've stayed and gave us a second chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I didn't hung up on him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;What if she never cheated on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I never met someone at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I only knew my boundaries back then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its essential to fight all you have for the love you have NOW, and don't regret the path you chose? All I know is, if we keep looking back, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if&lt;/span&gt; questions will kill you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cherish what you have before all you have is the What if(s) to live with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1642927181314070240?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1642927181314070240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ifs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1642927181314070240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1642927181314070240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ifs.html' title='What If(s)'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8585266151794415507</id><published>2010-06-18T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:40:20.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Of your hands and your lips</title><content type='html'>Whenever you walk ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat wishing you'd take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand loosely,&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold onto your grip like there's no earth beneath me,&lt;br /&gt;With the many tasks you have to manage,&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that you would look my way for a glance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you do,&lt;br /&gt;You bring me joy,&lt;br /&gt;Like a high school girl who's just met her first crush,&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you still bring me such thrills,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the 4 seasons we've been together,&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing you do,&lt;br /&gt;Puts a smile on my face and a tear in my eye,&lt;br /&gt;When I go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God that I will never have to lose you,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of not having you in my days,&lt;br /&gt;Would only result in everlasting darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And of dull colors and musty ways,&lt;br /&gt;You tell me this is just a phase that I'm going through,&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you that this is the love that you planted in me,&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8585266151794415507?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8585266151794415507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-your-hands-and-your-lips.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8585266151794415507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8585266151794415507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-your-hands-and-your-lips.html' title='Of your hands and your lips'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6338774996781194105</id><published>2010-05-10T08:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:38:51.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>10 reasons why she's MY mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-diF5rCavI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2FGtncdtmWM/s1600/DSCN0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-diF5rCavI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2FGtncdtmWM/s400/DSCN0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469448125984959218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She pedicures my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how grown up I am now, mom does my feet every fortnightly. I always complained that I should be doing them on my own now. But she just shakes her head and explains how important it is to have perfectly trimmer nails to avoid in grown and comfort while walking. Often, she does it for me at wee hours in the morning just so I'd be asleep and not feel the pain from my swelling toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;She's ever so patient with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am short tempered. Most of the times I'd lose myself and say a whole junk of things which I don't mean and throw things around the room, stomp my feet and slam doors. She never whines or fights back to shut me up. But rather, she picks up every single item I threw and remedies every thing I was whining over about. For as long as her finances and life permits, she'd give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;She believes in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten years of seeking medical help for a cure for my eye, she never gave up praying for me despite the end of hope. She believes that there is a reason why I'm born this way and that I am special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 years of taking vocal lessons, and the many wrong turns in my education path, she still believes that I am a talented,soaring singer that would excel one day whether or not it is my major or minor as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She strives for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom never had to work for the past 12 years of my life. But when things got bad at home, she never hesitated nor complained to pick up a broom and a mop and started a job from there as a housekeeper. For a wife of a manager, I salute her with all honor and respect that my education fees were all paid by her hard work and humility. She never allowed me to work, she would give me every cent she earned and have nothing left for herself, so that I would get to be somebody in the future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She never judged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the many wrongs I have made. She never judged me. Instead, she took the fall on my behalf not allowing others involved to judge me, but her.&lt;br /&gt;The wrong friends I meddled with and the wrong things I did, she accepts me as openly as the parable of the Prodigal Son and shower me with love and gifts in whatever way she is able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She is my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before dad left, when whirls of tornadoes swept our home with sorrow, mom was always there for me, being a father despite her already heavy laden role as a mother. Report cards and PTA meetings, she never failed to attend to. She get up way before dawn to pack my school bag and get my breakfast ready so I'd sleep an extra half an hour every day. She takes me to the doctor and my many episodes of physiotherapy and eye check ups, paid for many many expensive bills for any thing a father usually are accountable for. She often sobbed at her work place whenever pain hit her bad in joints and her broken heart, but she never brought them home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad left, he told us himself that I am better off with mom. As he never knew me despite being my biological father. And that he would never be able to attend to my needs and he wouldn't want such burden. It was she who took me home when I didn't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;She's my BFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I aged, I knew mom felt the distance between a teenager and an aging mom. She strived to pick up and understand whatever my interests and current likings and opened herself up to the youth world in hope that she would have a place in mine. Despite her fatigue, she would go shopping for hours with me like what girly girls would do and experiment make ups with me on my prom night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texts me. We talk like friends. The language were always informal as we call each other names like "woman" and "babe" Conversations with her never had a barrier because she is my BFF. I never had to look far for a friend as she is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She pampers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what other people say, she would deny that she pampers me too much. Deep in my heart I always knew that mom had always pampered me. She bought me an upright grand piano just because I scored a distinction in Vocal Grade 5. Even on Mother's Day she would buy me gifts and attend to my tummy aches and other discomfort. There is never a rest day for her, it was always a Queen's day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She feeds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is ever worried over my weight. As my family has past histories of health problems from weight gain. Despite the trouble of putting me through diet, she feeds me the best food, the best piece of lean meat, the best bread, organic vegetables. Also, she tries to let me have what I loved to eat that were no good for my diet, she would figure ways to get me there and stay healthy for as long as I am healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could've chosen to let me go when our families parted. She could've chosen to send me a way when there was opportunity. She could have given up on me and leave me to suffer whatever I was going through. She never done any of such. Despite all the dirt I carry and all the troubles I caused, she loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not only for Mother's Day I do this. These are just the ten things I never had the guts to tell Mom how much I appreciate her being around and her love for me. These things never hit me during my daily life, but it hit me hard when she teared at the sight of a table full of dim sum when I took her out for Mother's Day breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love you Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6338774996781194105?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6338774996781194105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-things-why-shes-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6338774996781194105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6338774996781194105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-things-why-shes-my-mom.html' title='10 reasons why she&apos;s MY mom'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-diF5rCavI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2FGtncdtmWM/s72-c/DSCN0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-3839659679973782801</id><published>2010-05-09T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:03:38.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Young Molly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-aTHw7B4bI/AAAAAAAAAxs/pKLanAjZGns/s1600/My+Sweetie+and+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-aTHw7B4bI/AAAAAAAAAxs/pKLanAjZGns/s320/My+Sweetie+and+Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469220559088902578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trust issue&lt;/span&gt;. I've been trying for so long, but nothing seems to work. I dislike where I'm at on&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Sacred days&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if it is because I have failed to understand how &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;other tribes&lt;/span&gt; are like compared to the tribe that I've always grown up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;. But I love myself too much to lose in anyway I can possibly lose. I loved the heart racing games we played when we danced around for days and weeks yearning for each others touch and commitment. It's almost a year now, and the commitment is starting to mature, but I'm not ready to grow older with it. I am an obsessive lover, an attention seeker. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am ME&lt;/span&gt;. I have been thrown around and abandoned too much by those who once were in my life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am stronger on my own, I am weaker when I'm clinging on one's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. It tears me to let you go. But when I had those few days of letting you go, it was a few days of haven. Does this mean, I should hurt for a winter, and be happy for the rest of the seasons to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ego, I am ego. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ego are us that brings us no where&lt;/span&gt;. Neither one of us are submissive, neither one of us are willing to try. I once told someone that my heart will never change for you. But I realized that he knew me better than myself. My love never changed for you, but my love for myself grew deeper each day. I despise your friends, the people you serve. You are a stranger to mine and to the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't belong to us both, love. I see myself drawing nearer to the day where I would be taking in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the early morning, and starting the day with a confident smile, dancing down the road, with only my shadow as my companion. I know this longing will take me no further as I age and that I must stop somewhere. I very much want you to be in it, to fit in my life. But unlike you, I still don't know who would be the one for me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;till death do us part.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would there be a change of desire? Or will I continue to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the lass with the delicate air&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-aWRjsu3EI/AAAAAAAAAx0/5NKjwcnEjJc/s1600/field,flowers,girl,nature,people,purple-dbfd3db2f353e2bf775138aee1aa5918_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-aWRjsu3EI/AAAAAAAAAx0/5NKjwcnEjJc/s400/field,flowers,girl,nature,people,purple-dbfd3db2f353e2bf775138aee1aa5918_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469224025872849986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-3839659679973782801?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3839659679973782801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/05/young-molly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3839659679973782801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3839659679973782801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/05/young-molly.html' title='Young Molly.'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-aTHw7B4bI/AAAAAAAAAxs/pKLanAjZGns/s72-c/My+Sweetie+and+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1881366151830617329</id><published>2010-05-09T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:28:41.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Coloring flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-WfFpFQ7tI/AAAAAAAAAxk/B4W5AC49GhY/s1600/eee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-WfFpFQ7tI/AAAAAAAAAxk/B4W5AC49GhY/s320/eee1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468952241787432658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reality hits me hard, and I need a good laugh, there's always someone who makes me go rolling and FOREVER on Google Talk. And I mean, FOREVER. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two random buddies who can talk shit and go emo within 40 seconds. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular conversation begun like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: Sigh, I see lovers around me, so lovey! Tagging each other in statuses.&lt;br /&gt;Weisern: LOL same case lar, my best friend no longer like my post or status anymore.&lt;br /&gt;                I feel kinda weird actually, emo moments....&lt;br /&gt;                I miss those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: Hmm ok. I actually meant that I don't get to be so lovey despite having a boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;                     but OKAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weisern:  Yea lar, sometimes those little things are what that matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: Aww Weisern, if only you were the man of my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we both went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO/LMFAO/LOL/ROFL/HAHAs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a random post.&lt;br /&gt;Other readers may not understand this, but hey, you know who you are when you're reading this and that's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weisern, this post is dedicated to you, may you not feel left out though you're in India, and in some ways, thank you for being such a nice online buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1881366151830617329?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1881366151830617329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/05/coloring-flowers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1881366151830617329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1881366151830617329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/05/coloring-flowers.html' title='Coloring flowers'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S-WfFpFQ7tI/AAAAAAAAAxk/B4W5AC49GhY/s72-c/eee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8810174996492869250</id><published>2010-04-26T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:49:16.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>You and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S9W0FXQI1cI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yuF_wcIHq-0/s1600/paa127000084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S9W0FXQI1cI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yuF_wcIHq-0/s320/paa127000084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464471727118013890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a thinker. I always am a fighter. I always needed my plans to be as bulletproof as possible, and often re-plan just so I won't miss out any unexpected changes that may take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met you, I lost myself in you, you gave me the joy I always hoped to have again. A hand to hold throughout the sunset and a listening ear to all my joys and pains. The moment chemistry sparked, I told myself I 'm not going to let this- us go. Thus, we clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stubborn me, needing to know if this relationship is bulletproof. I tested us in any bitchy way I can be. I needed to know if you'd still stand by me. You did. You made me see a different side of love, that this may just be different, that this may just be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the times, I've done my mistakes and I apologize. But looking at us in a third party's point of view, I'm nowhere fitted in your likes and dislikes. Staring at you, smiling with such joy with another, doesn't make me feel jealous. Just made me realize even more that I am not capable of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to continue in this illusion that we may work, we could work, we'll probably work. I don't want to be the one in a bucket of tears when it's all been said and done. I gathered my wits to put a checkmate to this, but I often chickened out and emotionally let the thoughts of not having you in my arms again slap me out of such courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me that you'd refuse to listen to my heart cries and claim to not have anything to do with it. It hurts me to see that you'd voluntarily listen and help others who need such company. I miss the times when we'd talk all night long on the phone and on the web. Does this mean we're only meant to be best of friends? Does this mean you're meant to be so near yet so far? What can I do to have your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S9W1skl3pPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AWqu6PQKp88/s1600/DSCN0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S9W1skl3pPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AWqu6PQKp88/s320/DSCN0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464473500225348850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to be safe in your arms and secured with your love.&lt;br /&gt;I looked upon heaven and pray that Father would show me which path to take and how to go through each and every day with such pain and yet at the same time such love from you.&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;Or maybe I'm just a loser in relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8810174996492869250?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8810174996492869250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8810174996492869250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8810174996492869250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-and-me.html' title='You and me'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S9W0FXQI1cI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yuF_wcIHq-0/s72-c/paa127000084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8653132788861852203</id><published>2010-03-20T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:06:25.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Clockwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S6O7YAxL5GI/AAAAAAAAAwk/bC4fiRb0fU8/s1600-h/clocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S6O7YAxL5GI/AAAAAAAAAwk/bC4fiRb0fU8/s320/clocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450405995245986914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make those long drives, I often doubt my destiny, the truth to the talent I was given as a child. If given a situation to start it all over, would I choose to own this talent or let it go to avoid any controversy? Life is an irony. We live our days trying to be a better person than yesterday and the day before yesterday and so forth. The irony here, is that despite a white piece of paper with a black dot somewhere on it, the art of a human being is that we would tend to seek the black dot instead of accepting the fact that the paper is actually- WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We harp on the past of what people once did to us and not how that person is at the present time whenever it doesn't please us. We run a race in our life, we decide our dreams and which we have decided to go forward with. One thing we did not realize is that this race involves other people's races as well. Sometimes no matter how much we want to play by our rules, other people's rules get involved in our race. It is time to realize that the world isn't as pretty as how we crayoned it on a piece of paper when we were 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring back to my current state of mind tonight, a talent is a gift, not a curse. However the world made it into a competition, the battle of the best to dominate others with what you have, and make this talent that we each individual have to be a reason to battle. We have meetings, feedback sessions hoping for progress in understanding each other as a team, but is this really the remedy of the situation? Is this what is meant by thinking out of the box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I realized, that life isn't always how you want it to be no matter how big a dream you may have because there are other souls in it that will interfere with your dreams just so they get theirs. I realized that a talent may turn into a burden if we don't handle it well. I realize as I grow up now, that getting up every morning is a decision to make if we can face the episodes we have to face everyday. I now understand why some people won't mind not waking up the very next day, because not waking up might just be the next paradise for mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it to put up a mask to look like I'm okay, when I know it is only fair if my lover do not take sides, but as a lover's lover, it is only natural for my lover to stand up for me in situations like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for such a merry-go-round post, but this is exactly how my mind works right now at this point of time. Things happen despite whether you want it to be. Everything is like clockwork...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8653132788861852203?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8653132788861852203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/clockwork.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8653132788861852203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8653132788861852203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/clockwork.html' title='Clockwork'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S6O7YAxL5GI/AAAAAAAAAwk/bC4fiRb0fU8/s72-c/clocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-3344573459670557205</id><published>2010-03-01T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:30:09.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><title type='text'>Fireflies Cover</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend introduced me this version of Fireflies by Owl City a cover done by David Choi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm1920zkwOA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm1920zk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm1920zkwOA"&gt;&lt;object width="639" height="259" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d253ec3f073db7d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d253ec3f073db7d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D594A9AFC63D7710533FA4367C35EFCA85E3E5F36.3C0FFEF6A9A6CED57339E401A4F13258DCC261C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd253ec3f073db7d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnZe9eZc5b9TeW9V90NKfdJbokAg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="639" height="259" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d253ec3f073db7d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D594A9AFC63D7710533FA4367C35EFCA85E3E5F36.3C0FFEF6A9A6CED57339E401A4F13258DCC261C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd253ec3f073db7d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnZe9eZc5b9TeW9V90NKfdJbokAg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;wOA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-3344573459670557205?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3344573459670557205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-boyfriend-introduced-me-this-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3344573459670557205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3344573459670557205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-boyfriend-introduced-me-this-version.html' title='Fireflies Cover'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1388194453866010992</id><published>2010-03-01T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:17:05.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>My Grandma's Gambling Addiction</title><content type='html'>So it was CNY! Though I know its quite long after CNY, but I think my grandma deserved the limelight up here. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's a gambling addict, yes, I have proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tWwRFkTCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/G8vAlSzw6x4/s1600-h/Image092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tWwRFkTCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/G8vAlSzw6x4/s320/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot taken after grandma smacks her hand on the table saying, "ARGHHHHHH no blackjack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXLqntA0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/0DyCmIUvIqI/s1600-h/Image094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXLqntA0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/0DyCmIUvIqI/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She eagerly flicks open other people's cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXXwpjQEI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ZULAMpBWMMg/s1600-h/Image093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXXwpjQEI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ZULAMpBWMMg/s320/Image093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which I won :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXkX0QYMI/AAAAAAAAAwU/TTxTKCFV_wI/s1600-h/Image118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXkX0QYMI/AAAAAAAAAwU/TTxTKCFV_wI/s320/Image118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;She attempts another card hoping to change her luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXxe9zn7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/HiTvL_5-Gek/s1600-h/Image117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tXxe9zn7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/HiTvL_5-Gek/s320/Image117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ROFL! Look how happy she is, and the amount of money! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more solid proof, I have a video of my grandma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fbaf68b458135e39" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbaf68b458135e39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D513C2B65E71BBD60E1F45E0CE8738D3574CE72D1.46A94105B17E2ECBDFC14790EF40404F5E207AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbaf68b458135e39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTo-wNIYo2OXGdrPfITbGihxPUao&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbaf68b458135e39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D513C2B65E71BBD60E1F45E0CE8738D3574CE72D1.46A94105B17E2ECBDFC14790EF40404F5E207AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbaf68b458135e39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTo-wNIYo2OXGdrPfITbGihxPUao&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1388194453866010992?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1388194453866010992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-grandmas-gambling-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1388194453866010992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1388194453866010992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-grandmas-gambling-addiction.html' title='My Grandma&apos;s Gambling Addiction'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tWwRFkTCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/G8vAlSzw6x4/s72-c/Image092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4479224552023714907</id><published>2010-03-01T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:51:01.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods and more foodstuff'/><title type='text'>PJ foodstuff</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm waiting for my eggs to boil. (that sounded weird) I decided to give my readers an insight on what I eat in Petaling Jaya. Most people think living in PJ is like another world for me, but hey, I don't have ATM machine parents okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tR4NIBvYI/AAAAAAAAAu8/pxtnuhDpzD8/s1600-h/Image000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tR4NIBvYI/AAAAAAAAAu8/pxtnuhDpzD8/s320/Image000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;College cafeteria dish : Grilled chicken chop.&lt;br /&gt;Comments : The chicken's good so are the potatoes, but the coleslaw sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tSLJnHWkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/KDKcdl0bk-s/s1600-h/Image003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tSLJnHWkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/KDKcdl0bk-s/s320/Image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My own cooking! Pasta bolognaise!!!!! Only one thing for sure, minced meat in every bite compared to stingy restaurants!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tSaQIqf4I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ytRe48vlpUE/s1600-h/Image023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tSaQIqf4I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ytRe48vlpUE/s320/Image023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really HUGE banana. It costs RM 1 at 7-eleven, delivered to their outlets daily. It's filling enough for lunch. Just make sure your workplace/college has clean and comfortable loos for you to ahem after so much fibre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tTA0emUeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xFV40OQ4A0Q/s1600-h/Image054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tTA0emUeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xFV40OQ4A0Q/s320/Image054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My range of VONO MUSHROOM SOUP SATCHETS! What to do lar, no momma's loving soup anymore *sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tUCYA05QI/AAAAAAAAAvk/xws0uGSNtsI/s1600-h/Image058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tUCYA05QI/AAAAAAAAAvk/xws0uGSNtsI/s320/Image058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, too bad I don't have a camera, but if you get to see this dish upclose, it looks like moulded swiss roll. It's called something Bomb! hahahahahaaha It's stuffed ice cream into a slice of swiss roll, topped with whipped cream. It's actually pretty nice. The KDU Hospitality students made it. But for such small slice, it does cost a bomb for RM 4 &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tUk_PWRyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/oTQxked1Cak/s1600-h/Image088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tUk_PWRyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/oTQxked1Cak/s320/Image088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cendol stall makes me happy on hot days after class. However, it makes me really really mad when I don't have a parking because this dude takes up one parking space. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's Penang Cendol and Pasembur at the Choy Kee Restaurant parking spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tVnmUfwRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/C7tq1g4zduw/s1600-h/Image057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tVnmUfwRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/C7tq1g4zduw/s320/Image057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last but not least! Spaghetti bolognaise from college cafeteria. Not so nice, but edible. I bought it cost the chef's cute. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4479224552023714907?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4479224552023714907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/pj-foodstuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4479224552023714907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4479224552023714907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/03/pj-foodstuff.html' title='PJ foodstuff'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4tR4NIBvYI/AAAAAAAAAu8/pxtnuhDpzD8/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2988664927935897054</id><published>2010-02-21T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:02:18.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>At Your service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4AVb0NbklI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VmjG8gu2EAs/s1600-h/girl+playing+piano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4AVb0NbklI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VmjG8gu2EAs/s320/girl+playing+piano.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord You are good and your mercy endures forever,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a talent and mom polished it for me,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless my length in service,&lt;br /&gt;I just want You to know,&lt;br /&gt;That I'd give my all for You and at Your service,&lt;br /&gt;May You grant me sweet melodies as I lay my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;A talent which I have denied for years,&lt;br /&gt;Talent which I envied in others throughout my time,&lt;br /&gt;Pray that You'd be next to me,&lt;br /&gt;And form melodies in my heart and the hearts of Your people,&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, lead me on,&lt;br /&gt;As I walk my step of faith,&lt;br /&gt;Showing You my passion,&lt;br /&gt;And offer You my service,&lt;br /&gt;As little as it may be,&lt;br /&gt;It is from my heart's desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2988664927935897054?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2988664927935897054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-your-service.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2988664927935897054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2988664927935897054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-your-service.html' title='At Your service'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S4AVb0NbklI/AAAAAAAAAuE/VmjG8gu2EAs/s72-c/girl+playing+piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2468509084160822453</id><published>2010-02-14T00:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:11:40.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Glory of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S3l-KCbJEfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6ZIQlHtOKBc/s1600-h/bouquet10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S3l-KCbJEfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6ZIQlHtOKBc/s320/bouquet10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Valentine's and it wasn't like the usuals where couples go out and have candle light dinner. At least not for any of the people I know this year cause Valentine's and CNY fall on the same day. After dinner and much gambling, I sat down and typed my boyfriend an e-mail for the occasion. After much thought and after sending the e-mail. I took a moment to ponder about us and our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to see pass what's happened and hope to feel a little faith in me to believe that similar incidents would not happen as of&lt;strike style="color: lime;"&gt; Original Kayu&lt;/strike&gt; mamak shop. It's not just about not entering that shop again, it's about how much your loved one would strive and fight for you when you deserve all the rights in the world at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to say, that this is a hindrance for me right now. I dare not say temporary because the way he treats me all along can soon fade away this imprint in me, But I am just afraid, of how much our relationship is weighed in his point of view and where would I stand as more months add up to our relationship. Through hardships and joy we share, we enrich our relationship. But will I one day, look back and again have this doubt of whether I am stood up for haunt me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you I do, but every girl wants her knight and shinning armour to be just as how the fairy tale story tells us. I don't need a man to ride a fancy car&lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt; (a&amp;nbsp; horse) &lt;/strike&gt;and have wavy hair &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(good looks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;or even be a Prince &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(rich)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but be like&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Peter Cetera's Glory of Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 770px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a man who would fight for your honour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be the hero that you've been dreaming of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'll live forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Knowing together that we &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did it all for the glory of love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For now, give me time to let me heal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2468509084160822453?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2468509084160822453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/02/glory-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2468509084160822453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2468509084160822453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/02/glory-of-love.html' title='Glory of love'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S3l-KCbJEfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6ZIQlHtOKBc/s72-c/bouquet10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-5143923735938056943</id><published>2010-01-17T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:07:43.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Driving Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S1HisSgFkhI/AAAAAAAAAts/Ww-Xd-FRh3E/s1600-h/Dodecahedral-Mirror-House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S1HisSgFkhI/AAAAAAAAAts/Ww-Xd-FRh3E/s320/Dodecahedral-Mirror-House.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We spend our lives hoping to please other people&lt;br /&gt;We spend our lives hoping to make another person smile&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the barb wires are just too hard to cut loose&lt;br /&gt;And situations are just too tensed to actually "hope" to solve&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired striving for my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Because when we truly feel happy, there's always a price to pay for,&lt;br /&gt;When we truly want something, there's always something to give in return,&lt;br /&gt;Am I prepared to give what it takes in order to get what I want?&lt;br /&gt;Am I capable of unleashing the hidden dark side of me&lt;br /&gt;For once ignoring the fact that I would be erasing a smile of satisfaction from another&lt;br /&gt;In order to create one for my own?&lt;br /&gt;What is life when you don't get what you want?&lt;br /&gt;When is it the time for you to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, how do we achieve&lt;br /&gt;If we have to worry about everyone around us&lt;br /&gt;Causing us to think a million years before daring to make the first step&lt;br /&gt;And when we do make the step...&lt;br /&gt;It might be just too late...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-5143923735938056943?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5143923735938056943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/driving-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5143923735938056943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5143923735938056943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/driving-dreams.html' title='Driving Dreams'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S1HisSgFkhI/AAAAAAAAAts/Ww-Xd-FRh3E/s72-c/Dodecahedral-Mirror-House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4603318082821704624</id><published>2010-01-04T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:57:51.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>2010 Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S0FmvWdbLCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3w3zsnOrq18/s1600-h/Sunrise_at_Box_Hedge_Farm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S0FmvWdbLCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3w3zsnOrq18/s320/Sunrise_at_Box_Hedge_Farm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;As I woke this morn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sunrise of our first Monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Crickets and crows sung a choir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I sighed deeply and my heart skipped a beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;The sunrise embraced me with its heat so warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Looking over the hedge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Is the grass really greener on the other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;About to step foot into the other path of the plains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Silver and gold I have none,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;But sincerity and willingness to try is what I have to offer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Embrace me o year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Create in me a new heart, a new joy, a new dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Most of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Create in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Smile so bright, as bright as your first Monday sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4603318082821704624?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4603318082821704624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4603318082821704624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4603318082821704624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-monday.html' title='2010 Monday'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S0FmvWdbLCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3w3zsnOrq18/s72-c/Sunrise_at_Box_Hedge_Farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2613329321314654545</id><published>2010-01-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:44:20.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>I was wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S0CfFxlVp5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wK_b6Md_1xo/s1600-h/line-o-cars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S0CfFxlVp5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wK_b6Md_1xo/s320/line-o-cars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I waved goodbye to Mom this evening, I shed a tear or two as I vanished from her sight. It wasn't as easy as I thought it could be. Egoistic or not, it was never a great thing to have completed a Pre-U course and now doing another one. I'm turning twenty, and many of my friends are about to finish college and begin their career. Here I am starting from scratch again. A pang of self-disgrace shook me to my spine that this journey now walked by me alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was very discouraging to be thought by many that I am wasting my father's money by quitting the first degree course I chose- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. As tough as I look and no matter how wide my smile can be, I wished they would know that I never once felt any better. The whole time through the process of signing up-quitting-deciding-applying-registration, I felt not one bit less than a failure. I have my mother and my sister,Jo to thank for, for helping me through all the consultations and applications and of course, my friends to comfort me through my worrying days of whether I will or will not succeed this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No, please, don't put me in a phase of trial. Yea, so I applied the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;PTPTN loan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; to help pay my studies, but it wasn't that I wanted to react rebelliously, I am only apologetic that I have wasted someone's hopes and dreams apart from $$$ that I could've succeeded in the Business course. This has nothing to do about going against Dad proving that I can switch courses without him supporting my studies. To the world: I have made a mistake. Please, give me a chance to try again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Right now in this phase of life, the least I would want is to be reminded on how hard Mom is working for my sake. I am not ignorant, I never was and never will be. I made a mistake, I rushed through my life's planning without much thought. It's hard enough to pick myself up and try again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Many paths given unto me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I foolishly chosen a dream that was never mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Causing the people around me to pay a price,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For my sake indeed for I am aware,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A new year has come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Return me my wand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To try casting the dream that was mine intended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2613329321314654545?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2613329321314654545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2613329321314654545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2613329321314654545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong...'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/S0CfFxlVp5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wK_b6Md_1xo/s72-c/line-o-cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2827830281365749585</id><published>2009-12-09T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:07:35.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>I refuse to cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6G3szyAjI/AAAAAAAAArs/LglMz3Z4h6U/s1600-h/stressed_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6G3szyAjI/AAAAAAAAArs/LglMz3Z4h6U/s320/stressed_out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412912093625188914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tonight that I decided to blog again..too much confusion to pull through and too much to think. I've struggled through an entire semester of this business programme in KDU, and truth be told, I suck at it and I can't help hating it as the day goes by. I have great friends in class, Soony, Jeff and the gang... funky people not to mention helpful too..I won't forget the day I frantically parked my car at the college entrance just to rush in to pass up my assignment and Jeff rushing out just to repark it for me. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by, I dreaded to go to class, I became more depressed, and soon I hated to go out of my room, all I wanted was to sleep and gloom in depressing songs on my playlist. I needed a change, I never knew I needed one till I was down with high fever and was suspected for dengue last 2 weeks, when my sister &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; was with me, so much for having fun with me in PJ, she ended up nursing me all night for a week. It was one of those evenings that she told me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Maine, stop lying to yourself, this is not your kinda thing and you know it, look at you, juggling business and music, not sleeping, not resting and not even living a human being's life.......when will you acting that you are okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not. But what choice do I have? All my life my priority is to provide for mom. I have always pushed everything and everyone I ever loved and adored aside for the family's sake. I thought that was my destiny. Till then I realised, I really cannot cope with this course. I don't understand anything at all and constantly relied on Soony to help me with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a burden to anyone. I decided to go for Mass Comm... so I made a mistake in my choice the first time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;why dad, why? Why do you always have to give me hell? I'm the only one who still loves you, the only one who never cast you out of my phonebook....the only one who still respects you....sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home after my procedures at college, with all the financial aids I need to attempt in hope for some aid, I needed a break, I drove to a nearby mamak stall for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;roti pisang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..of all days, they didn't have any today. I wondered on the streets for half an hour, and ended up buying 9 ice cream, went home shoved them in the freezer and took a nap. I got downstairs and realised the maid chose today to clear out the freezer and melted all my ice creams. That's it people, I don't have anyone to share my joy and pains with here in PJ, haven't you gotten enough of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Keith,Soony and Jeff&lt;/span&gt; tried to console me online and via cell..can't help it babe, you are such a nice friend, the only one who sticks with me in this course..or rather I stick with you..LOL...and Jeff, you're a funky man :P and I ain't gonna call you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kor kor"&lt;/span&gt; Baby...thanks for being there even though you are trying very hard to enjoy your hols and get out of this sickening depressed mode of mine LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karen...thanks for being there to the tip top max... you are always the one searching and researching to make my life easier and help me through storms...love you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just drifting into LA LA land while sitting in the dining area just now, I started sobbing, I told myself, I quote &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Kevin Quah,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"I refuse to cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but some things are easier said than done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2827830281365749585?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2827830281365749585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-refuse-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2827830281365749585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2827830281365749585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-refuse-to-cry.html' title='I refuse to cry'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6G3szyAjI/AAAAAAAAArs/LglMz3Z4h6U/s72-c/stressed_out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4527336032551812227</id><published>2009-11-09T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:08:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garments</title><content type='html'>I drove up to PJ again last night feeling rather contented as I've gotten my laundry done from the laundromat's and of course, had some light tong sui before dropping off my boyfriend at NUC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to bed after my arrival and the unloading took the last bit of my energy. Till I woke up this morning and was getting ready for class, my mom texted me by saying "Hey did you take your jeans with you, its not here." DING DING DING! I didn't bring a single pair of jeans or anything proper to wear with me to college. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make shift fashion is what I have to bear with for the rest of the week. Fondling about my Sunday wears and my casual Tees...trying to make something relevant to wear to college. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck that I'd fit into my brother's jeans tonight LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4527336032551812227?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4527336032551812227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/garments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4527336032551812227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4527336032551812227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/11/garments.html' title='Garments'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-9081684563410885200</id><published>2009-10-13T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:08:39.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>I do, cherish you</title><content type='html'>I miss you,&lt;div&gt;I hate the fact that I have to count 6 days till I see you again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always seemed OKAY no matter how we are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adore you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passion you have for God and the things and people you cherish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every second, everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathe you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody I want but you to wake me in the morns and tuck me in the dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rely on you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how tough life can be I just need to dial your number,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tear for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday whenever I stare at our picture in my purse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of Armani and Romance but most of all.. the aura of love you bring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the joy you gave me and the path to God you encouraged me to come back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of every hug and every embrace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every heartbeat and every rise and fall of my chest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how far we are, or how many quarrels we have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-9081684563410885200?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9081684563410885200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-cherish-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/9081684563410885200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/9081684563410885200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-cherish-you.html' title='I do, cherish you'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2526484214169669963</id><published>2009-10-13T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:42:53.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartiness</title><content type='html'>LOL, first of all I don't even know if there's such word? But what I've gotten to realize lately being in PJ is that, I'm no longer as hearty as I used to during my holidays. I remember the times when I used to be in college for Pre-U, it was hell trying to feed a spoonful of food down my throat. During my holidays, when I met Keith, through dates and outings I gained appetite, and with the outings with friends, I finally understood the joy of eating. It's not the food that mattered, it's not the taste, it's not the price, it's the people you eat with. Now that I'm alone again, I no longer eat as much as could have. The only times I eat well is when my brother and Amelia takes me out or with Kevin, Grace and the rest of the GFS gang... gee @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2526484214169669963?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2526484214169669963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2526484214169669963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2526484214169669963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartiness.html' title='Heartiness'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-690993509114621653</id><published>2009-10-05T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:48:36.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Uni Life</title><content type='html'>Stepping into this horrible looking building, I ask myself, what am I doing in a Business course? Then I looked beyond and tried figuring other paths that I might have taken if given a second chance. The answer was direct, I wouldn't have chosen another path either ways. The amount of uncertainties in every course brought me to the wisest thinking that is to choose on a course I believe I can survive with in this world...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving up to my rented room in PJ wasn't  a very nice experience. To me, it was the start of parted commitments my boyfriend and I shared. It was the start of no matter how detailed you plan something, there will always be changes due to difference in geography. No matter how much you want to have your first times in things with your lover, it may not always come true. So yeah, I moved up with my brother, Amelia and Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packing and unpacking really drained my energy and did nothing to boost up my spirits for another start of 3 years in education...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-690993509114621653?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/690993509114621653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/05/uni-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/690993509114621653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/690993509114621653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/05/uni-life.html' title='Uni Life'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-5854617593380442306</id><published>2009-09-30T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:46:31.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>New friend found</title><content type='html'>Today I met a new friend. Through all the difficulties I went through trying to find where's my class? Who's my lecturer, where's the staff room, where's the freaking faculty?!!! I met Soon outside of Mr Lim, my head of programmer's office. In desperation I did not have a choice but to ask anyone out there at that time what's next. Having to travel up and down of Seremban, it sucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly, she was an easy person to tag along with. Friendly, and smart, now that I've gotten to know her, she loves Math and Economics. Well, Economics reminds me of Karen, and she's from North side too, Ipoh. Geez.... is this deja vu? KAREN!!! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, we made pretty good friends, and I think we're coming to a point where we might just be able to share anything and everything to each other xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-5854617593380442306?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5854617593380442306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-friend-found.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5854617593380442306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5854617593380442306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-friend-found.html' title='New friend found'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2514431133181537808</id><published>2009-08-26T19:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:06:53.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>We laugh, we joke, we live life. This is yet another breaking point of mine. Sometimes I wonder when the ugly side of the world would end for me. Sometimes I choose to take it up and say it helps me be a better person. Choosing a degree of my second choice, not able to do something that I truly love, it's the same as my mom having to choose between having to continue having a husband and not. We make so many decisions in life, how many decisions out of the many are the ones we truly intended and dreamed for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be a musician as a profession. Yet the many obstacles in life make me do things that aren't the always what I wanted. Tears come and go, as I grow older, tears continue to come occasionally as such tonight, but when you dab a Kleenex on your cheek, you ask yourself, what good is there to cry? Then I ask myself, what is the point of blaming others for something I don't get to have rather why don't I choose to live life as it gives me and make the best out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier said than done. Trust me, I know it. What choice do I have? I sit down and ask myself, is Business degree what I want? No. But can I afford music degree? No. Which one gives you higher chances on putting food on the table for your mother? Which one gives higher opportunities to end your mother's misery as fast as you can? At the age of my final teen years, I have to make decisions as though I am already a family person. Life is just getting harder by the day, happiness is by me through and through but it is not the most of it, there are consequences to phase once one is done, all I care is to do what my mother dreams of me to be, and what I can do for her to enjoy a taste of luxury for a final years in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed very difficult for me to love someone, I have managed to do so for now, it has been very difficult for me to forgive someone, I have managed so, it has been very difficult for me to love a choice of career that is not my first love, I pray to God that You will show me how to love it and how to enjoy it for the rest of my life. My prayer remains the same every night, that may God grant my mother a life of enjoyment, and that He may give me the courage to continue the race for my mom till the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very scared to move to KL, I don't know anyone and so forth, I don't want to be apart from home, I don't know how long mom and grandma would live. I envy those who have both parents and those who can afford whatever they want. I have pulled through so many obstacles, I must say this is one big one that I am about to face.. and I'm not sure if I'm strong enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2514431133181537808?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2514431133181537808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2514431133181537808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2514431133181537808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7879940861674050936</id><published>2009-07-21T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:02:26.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>8 days</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why do I do this? Why make my life a living hell and rush over one after another task over and over again? Why not just have small dreams that I can achieve with the optimum amount of effort any normal human being would give? But no, I always choose to the extreme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself often risking through exams and competitions etc, with just limited time and resource. Yes, at times I do succeed, heck, at most times to be frank. But then again, how often would this succession last? I tell myself that I cannot take each task as gamble, as a fate game... because there are people who are relying on me for whatever achievements that I should be getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to back piano practice for 3 whole weeks without fail is really wearing me out. At times I cry by the piano after throwing my book across the hall and ask myself what a clown am I trying to become? What kind of joke am I trying to do on the exam day knowing there's no way of making my way through Grade Eight and I'm just gonna make the examiner pissed at me and probably mock me. But whenever I think of okay, let's give up now, say bye-bye to ABRSM and just continue with whatever I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me that I cannot possibly do that because mom paid and still paying RM 300 every month and RM 500 every month for my piano fee and new piano installment. The fact that she worked so hard to pay off my needs...I just know that fail or pass, I gotta keep pushing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle for hours daily on the piano...I don't know where am I getting from here... I stay away from everyone to retain focus. I pray to God that He'd continue to show me the way because right now I'm living on thin line faith and I don't even know where to go from here with the exam kicking in within 8 days. Even my piano teacher gave up on me. I rely on nothing but words of comfort from friends and seek peace from God...I only pray I can continue to strive on till July 30th 2.32 pm and not let my mom's little spark hope get to waste. I'm sick of delaying this, altering that, I just want my life to keep going and in completion of all my dreams. No more sacrifices, I need my life back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7879940861674050936?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7879940861674050936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7879940861674050936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7879940861674050936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-days.html' title='8 days'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4670429020328385559</id><published>2009-04-28T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:10:35.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>The Fall</title><content type='html'>Everybody's changed. Frankly, I thought whatever we did last year would make a difference, and things would be better this year. Yet, things are like worse than before. I'm 19, and I'm older by 2 years. Sometimes when D greets me in the morning with the blunt, "what are you doing here" hurts me. I do understand that he meant that out of care but its just a little piercing sometimes. Now that I'm about to leave school, problems just rise and it creates a very upsetting moment for me to be leaving school. It's just so painful to see that whatever I've tried to do with them last year did not make a slight difference at all and despite of that it deteriorated the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do they want this? Again I ask, why is serving Him different within school compound and the church you individually attend to? What if He was different that way too? Wouldn't we all have doubts in Him too? To those who battled with me last year, now that she's not exposed the full truth about what took place, have you no dignity for yourself and for those who fought with you to explain to the innocent minds about what TRULY happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know CF has changed my whole life thoroughly and forever. In fact, it has changed me more than how going to church on Sundays has. I believe, I've learnt to be a better person ever since. But to watch them making a fool out of this CF hurts me so much. Do they not regret when they finally leave school? That they have done nothing but to disappoint the Almighty? Have they REALLY put in enough effort to try to make a change? Is that the best they can come up with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I am very eligible person and a person who always excel. I've had my falls too. In fact D is one of them who had been through my period of failure and depression. This is the same thing that has happened to the CF, aren't you going to stand up and do something about it? Is rebellion really something necessary? For mere past vengeance and her misunderstandings that has led to this? Is this true? Or is there more to it? Then why don't you guys make her see what we saw, or are you telling me YOU DID NOT SEE WHAT I HAD INTENDED FOR YOU LAST YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding a position so high up, reminds me of the priests in the temple in the Bible. Are you mere statues? Or are you going to use that authority God has given you based on Luke 10:19? Or you enjoy the fame and doing nothing? Isn't it time to see this CF grow? See that LOVE PAYS WITH HOPE? Isn't it time for you to reach out to those who need you the most? That listening ear that once we gave each other last year? What has happened to that bond? What has happened to unity? What has happened to doing stunts together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see the teacher like this. I don't want to see everyone moving like snails. I don't want to see us not being on front line to fight for Him. Why should we fight among ourselves?? But then again, this is WHAT I SEE, WHAT I WANT, and I am not the DIRECT contact of the current CF... I prayed so hard, pleaded to God to show them the way or tell me what is it that I can do...but I'm just so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Father, I really want this Seremban to have a revival among the youths. They are the hope of our generation. Lord, I pray that you would open the eyes of their heart and let them experience your pain, and let them know what you want them to do...and Lord, if there's anything you want me to do, I'd do it for you,Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4670429020328385559?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4670429020328385559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4670429020328385559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4670429020328385559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall.html' title='The Fall'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1721613964878371721</id><published>2009-04-24T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:36:53.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>I hate tears,&lt;br /&gt;Tears are like the most painful thing in the world,&lt;br /&gt;I teared so much that it hurt to tear more,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are swollen,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are blue,&lt;br /&gt;I lie in bed all day,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping there would be a way,&lt;br /&gt;It's just so painful,&lt;br /&gt;But the tears just keep coming,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing rivers streaming down,&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly, bitterly,&lt;br /&gt;My hands bruise from my clenching and unclenching,&lt;br /&gt;My body shiver every time I recall the pain,&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is scald without the need for heat,&lt;br /&gt;My soul is dead and cold,&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of tears would soon turn into blood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1721613964878371721?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1721613964878371721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1721613964878371721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1721613964878371721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4176468257356756946</id><published>2009-04-20T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:26:02.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>The days drag on miserably.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not wounded,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why am I so depressed,&lt;br /&gt;A type of life that does not resemble me,&lt;br /&gt;I heart for joy and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;But it seems too far out of my reach,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why you didn't come,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why it is not mine to own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4176468257356756946?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4176468257356756946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4176468257356756946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4176468257356756946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-919129523690604927</id><published>2009-04-10T15:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:36:42.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Shake</title><content type='html'>I wish I knew how you feel, I wonder if you know how I'm feeling too. The times we shared is what I recall. I don't know what made everything go wrong that we barely spoke nor kept in touch. I tried, I called and I text. Coming up with the lamest and silliest questions I could ever think of just to hope to hear your voice or to have my phone buzzing with your text message. You used to care so much even when we quarreled you'd call me back endless times begging me to hear. We used to stay up together to complete our revision even though we were miles apart. I got so comfortable with you that you're the first person on my mind every time I have something to share. Your care used to be so warming that it would last me for days. Now we barely smile, we barely talk what more hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having you away and being inconsistent puts an ache on my nerves. Then when we finally meet, the pain being there far too long explodes the moment I set my eyes on you. I wonder if you ever do notice me around. Maybe you would when I'm gone. Every night I struggle to do what we both promised we would do at 11pm. Every time I pra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sd72DjC7W1I/AAAAAAAAArc/B2R07nkZdrw/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sd72DjC7W1I/AAAAAAAAArc/B2R07nkZdrw/s320/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322962350406064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y I feel so alone not knowing if the commitment still exists. You said you carried my letters everywhere, I wish I had one too. These days we quarreled so much I feel cold when I'm with you... you've not hugged me for close to two months and seeing you these days you're like a total stranger I don't know how to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last message you text me was for work. Correct me if I'm wrong because I feel that I'm nothing but work whenever we come together. Is it true that because they don't understand us and stopped us makes you feel that it is logical for you to stop too? What about me? How would I feel? Sometimes I wonder if you would ever realize. I wish you knew how much I missed you, I wish you would be there for me as you've always been. Sitting at the corner of the room reminds me of how warm it was when you were here. I wonder by the time you really have time to think of me, where would we be on this face of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to accompany me till I fall asleep...now you're the reason why I can't bear to shut my lids at night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-919129523690604927?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/919129523690604927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/vanilla-shake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/919129523690604927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/919129523690604927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/vanilla-shake.html' title='Vanilla Shake'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sd72DjC7W1I/AAAAAAAAArc/B2R07nkZdrw/s72-c/Image037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6074439949662213926</id><published>2009-04-09T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:32:43.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>My lion...</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy with my music progress. Yesterday I sat down and just put myself in the position picturing I am performing with 3 other bandmates to sing Lion Sleeps Tonight. Just a blank paper and mechanical pencil infront of me and walahh..  I got it! I'm so happy... the pictures that ran across my minds were confusing... A bar... drunkards... girl strolling at the garden whistling.. mother singing to the baby.. a girl fearing to love again..it's just all it..  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hust my darling" reminds me when mom used to calm me down when I cried over G in the middle of the night... ".....don't fear my darling" tells me that everything's gonna be alright. Believe it or not, I wrote whatever I felt... and how my lifestyle is.. especially the "awimmoweh" resembles my busy schedule..on going never ending... and after the choir, it marks an end of my not letting go... "ahhhhhhhh (soprano) " my life slows down to a paceful tempo.. where normal human beings could breathe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many reasons why I came back for the choir. Guess that's just me... not wanting to see the cf fall...not wanting to see anyone disappointed, stuff like that. But this time, my coming back, I'm happier. I had cooperative people. They are more humane, and I enjoy my work, really. The challenges of music, voice difficulties... obstacles of coordination. It feels like paradise whenever I work with so many voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are nearing, and their competition too. Everything marks an end... everything is about to end. My life is about to end. I told my sis that we both ought to go on a vacation after my exams. I confessed to her that I may be strong and tough but losing him has been haunting me ever since he left. My life is a drama and it's not OK to pretend I'm OK all the time. So yeah she's taking me to Langkawi after my exams. She understands me best cos she's been hurt the same way at the same time too. But she's found her new love. Mine's yet to come. A new life is going to begin very soon... I don't want to forget those who are involved in my current life, especially D, J, and many others... I just want to forget the painful past and be able to admit that "the lion sleeps tonight" and will never wake again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6074439949662213926?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6074439949662213926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6074439949662213926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6074439949662213926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lion.html' title='My lion...'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4417285746193408840</id><published>2009-04-07T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:45:38.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>No it's not okay,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Please do not make me call you again,&lt;br /&gt;It torments me even more,&lt;br /&gt;I am recovering very well,&lt;br /&gt;So hush my darling,&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me darling,&lt;br /&gt;That you are not my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't strum that guitar,&lt;br /&gt;Don't hum a single tune to me,&lt;br /&gt;What's not for work,&lt;br /&gt;Lay it off far from me,&lt;br /&gt;Leave, get out,&lt;br /&gt;All you memories,&lt;br /&gt;All the things you said,&lt;br /&gt;Promises you broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my license is expiring,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for it to expire,&lt;br /&gt;Before my feelings for you aspire,&lt;br /&gt;For that will be another dread to pay,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much out of us,&lt;br /&gt;That made me still remain at where I am now in life,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to move on but still standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go find your new love,&lt;br /&gt;May it blossom well,&lt;br /&gt;I only want you to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;But please do not torment me,&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing but someone whom you mistrust,&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing but my own life back,&lt;br /&gt;And only hope for pure love to return someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4417285746193408840?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4417285746193408840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4417285746193408840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4417285746193408840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-5451414226279869122</id><published>2009-03-30T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:24:41.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SdDyQB-o0JI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q3qR3sBbyO4/s1600-h/alicia_keys_if_I_aint.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SdDyQB-o0JI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q3qR3sBbyO4/s200/alicia_keys_if_I_aint.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017517147541650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make things so hard for me,&lt;br /&gt;Some days you are just so close,&lt;br /&gt;Other days you are just like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;I adore you a great deal,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just so sick of trying,&lt;br /&gt;It's always me disappointing you than making you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I do not understand your theories,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm too tired to practice it,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever that happens you tell me to leave,&lt;br /&gt;So what if I want to take my own sweet time to learn,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man with two hands and feet,&lt;br /&gt;I get tired too,&lt;br /&gt;Just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep asking me why,&lt;br /&gt;You demand for an explanation for every failing attempt,&lt;br /&gt;You said I do not require your approval,&lt;br /&gt;But you sure as hell act like one,&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't have proper support to sing all ten notes,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I can sing 20 or more,&lt;br /&gt;But do you really want to know why I cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the thought of worrying whether each note suits your liking,&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is with enough support as required by you,&lt;br /&gt;Is it with enough melody to that one particular note as how you like to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Your liking,&lt;br /&gt;Your comments,&lt;br /&gt;Your decisions,&lt;br /&gt;That's what's been affecting me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me I don't need your approval,&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been worrying,&lt;br /&gt;And pushing myself hard for your demands,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fulfill each and every of your command,&lt;br /&gt;Learning not to say no to whatever you want,&lt;br /&gt;In hope to get your nods more than you disapprove,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing what I thought you would want to see,&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what am I doing,&lt;br /&gt;Nor what you would want to see,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how can I even sing a single note without knowing its purpose or path?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-5451414226279869122?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5451414226279869122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5451414226279869122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5451414226279869122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SdDyQB-o0JI/AAAAAAAAArU/Q3qR3sBbyO4/s72-c/alicia_keys_if_I_aint.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4506837084617421271</id><published>2009-03-28T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:08:32.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sc9j4LR3hqI/AAAAAAAAArM/F4ph5KwwUb0/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sc9j4LR3hqI/AAAAAAAAArM/F4ph5KwwUb0/s200/Image100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318579501699401378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated earth hour at the Lake Gardens. Just the few of us, gathering about in a circle lighting up candles and making jokes out of nothing. The starving ones were munching away on the take away A&amp;amp;W orders. Seeping in the night's breeze I somehow felt that it was gonna be a great night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lighting up the candles, we snapped several photos of each other for remembrance. Then sitting down again, I suddenly suggested that we ought to play truth or dare. We spinned the lighter each time the question is announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then Vincent's turn to come up with a question and he asked. "Who was it that you passionately kissed before this" Darn, the lighter shot at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripping my wits, I honestly admitted that I only kissed one person and that person was Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so the next question went on and on and on... till Joyce came up with a question, "What's the biggest decision you have made" Somehow we all agreed to answer it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, it's as though reality hit me. That is to finally realise and admit that the biggest decision made in my life was him after all. "That is to wake up the next morning and to know that my ex is never going to love me again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat a moment of realization that despite the many months of hardwork, spooning myself with more workload and not allowing myself to stop, its just then I had the courage to gather my wits to not only tell my friends he's gone...but also to myself that he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy said I was rather sporting to be able to answer those questions. But to me, its not about being a sport in such situations..It's about me waking up from torturing myself in a daze, in a dream, a fantasy not wanting to allow myself to adapt to the new chapter of life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him these days makes no impact on me, but sometimes I do wonder what if things were different back then... But then again, with only 3 weeks left for me to be in school and complete my mission, I couldn't care anymore. Life's starting to shine for me, and if he truly loved me before, he would've trusted me despite words of others and be with me till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game got more intimate, we started answering questions that were rather kept to ourselves... but it was nice. We got to understand each other even better and know what we've gone through though we may not speak of it much. Earth Hour tonight was the best thing that's happened though many of us didn't really want to go at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Anna, XinYi, Azlin, Vincent and Joyce, it was a great night. It wasn't just switching off our switches for an hour, but rather we gained an hour of understanding and friendship enrichment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the candles lit to its very core, we stared at the lake together in one accord and know that nothing beats our friendship despite how difficult life may get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4506837084617421271?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4506837084617421271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4506837084617421271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4506837084617421271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sc9j4LR3hqI/AAAAAAAAArM/F4ph5KwwUb0/s72-c/Image100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2985739052765033558</id><published>2009-03-21T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:50:04.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>No idea</title><content type='html'>I did not sleep for a night on Thursday. How can I after that horrible argument? It was seriously poop. Took up half my focus which led me to force myself to stare straight into my law notes for my exam. Friday morning looking at my law paper and I was like @.@ but I did what I could. Answered it as fast as I could and got the heck to choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending them to where the place of camp were to be, I headed off to find a spot to nap. Couldn't drive no more, too risky. Sadly, I couldn't sleep. My mind was just too jammed up with everything. Xy text me and asked me out to pasar malam. On my way to her place, I started trembling and I took the short cut, you know the one near STM? yeah... so many humps and I kinda lost control there for abit. Got to her place and we headed off to pasar malam. While we were strolling, I started sweating like a sick puppy. Didn't buy much though, didn't feel like eating anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy and I headed to this Chinese shop we always go to. I had some satay, ah, finally some food in my tummy. Headed home and I sprawled in bed till today morning. Got up to prepare to start on my assignment but, after my bath I felt horrible, took a pill and went to bed. Gosh, I was shivering like mad. Slept for about four hours? Getting up and falling off again and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came down after awhile, thats when mom was like pretty upset. She said, "I watched you last night when I came over to take your books and things away from your face, your lips were blue, you looked dead, what on earth happen to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything now can I? Accept looked at her @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left the room saying, "I regretted giving you that nude lipstick, cos I thought that was your real lip color all along till last night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat........ why was she upset for? I didn't know I was sick till then... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2985739052765033558?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2985739052765033558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2985739052765033558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2985739052765033558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-idea.html' title='No idea'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8180142405941849359</id><published>2009-03-20T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:05:07.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Hunger</title><content type='html'>Today's choir practice wasn't that smooth. I couldn't play the songs impromptu. I didn't expect to be a stand in pianist. But I was really impressed by Peggy. She woke up late yet she rushed the heck out of her life and got to the meeting. Peggy, if you're ever reading this, you're the best! I've never met a leader like you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choir was over, I was really drained, and still am actually. I've not slept since yesterday from 5am till now its nearing today's two pm. I moved into my room last night, I think I need to spend a few nights alone to just be with myself. I asked Ying kuan and Pauline whether they know how to get to where they had to go, they looked so blurr. Gawd, how can they even let two poor young girls figure their way like that? But I had fun sending them to their destination, they are very nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I drove off to college without sleep. I guess I really slept off at one point while driving, cos the next thing I knew the truck opposite of me was flashing his lights and honk the heck out of me. Then after that its as thought I didn't know what was brakelight? Cos the car in front was stopping and I kept going. geez.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping the two babes off, I was washed out entirely. I parked my car and I remember what they said "Remember to eat! To save your hair!" LOL!! Reminds me of my ex room mate.. "Kate moss!! Eat ah!" but these days, I prefer to be hungry. I'm not a lunatic, I mean it... I know when I'm depressed and when I need help. But for now, I'm okay with it. It keeps me alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8180142405941849359?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8180142405941849359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8180142405941849359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8180142405941849359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunger.html' title='Hunger'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6460830737869539177</id><published>2009-03-20T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:55:43.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>My eyes</title><content type='html'>They used to wander,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make everything better for those in need,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know it would be thought by others,&lt;br /&gt;That these eyes are in their way,&lt;br /&gt;These eyes are stopping them,&lt;br /&gt;These eyes are creating hate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScMvfusEodI/AAAAAAAAArE/EKvhdDU5p9c/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScMvfusEodI/AAAAAAAAArE/EKvhdDU5p9c/s200/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315144207382651346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you today,&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with pretending,&lt;br /&gt;My throat burnt struggling to make a sound,&lt;br /&gt;I stared throughout the night yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;My lenses fitted me with piercing pain,&lt;br /&gt;They are all red and painful,&lt;br /&gt;Their master forcefully irrigating their nerves,&lt;br /&gt;But no one's going to know,&lt;br /&gt;When you look into my eyes now,&lt;br /&gt;Cos you wont see anything,&lt;br /&gt;And I wont let you see anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said we'd patch up,&lt;br /&gt;The other she said I should've released my anger physically,&lt;br /&gt;He said he doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;He said, she said,&lt;br /&gt;But I said,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you want,&lt;br /&gt;And I will never know,&lt;br /&gt;Because you think of me otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;Before we could even communicate,&lt;br /&gt;So I chose to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Virtually,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually,&lt;br /&gt;Physically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one would have a glimpse at those eyes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6460830737869539177?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6460830737869539177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6460830737869539177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6460830737869539177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-eyes.html' title='My eyes'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScMvfusEodI/AAAAAAAAArE/EKvhdDU5p9c/s72-c/Image059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7767464959724729557</id><published>2009-03-20T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:25:29.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScJ_n6zPtiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Vv5-O4q6p9k/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScJ_n6zPtiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Vv5-O4q6p9k/s200/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314950834026427938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared at my empty tissue box,&lt;br /&gt;And as I read his messages,&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard to make him understand,&lt;br /&gt;What I really felt,&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of his home,&lt;br /&gt;Being all so subdued and so numb,&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I got home I wanted to give it another try,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fix the problem and not let it be at stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cut me off before I could say anything,&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know what am I upset about,&lt;br /&gt;You won't take a minute and read what I wrote,&lt;br /&gt;I only begged you to stop giving me itsy bitsy promises,&lt;br /&gt;Which I would hold on as tight as possible,&lt;br /&gt;I never said you were a fool,&lt;br /&gt;A fool I am for trying to patch things up,&lt;br /&gt;As it leaves me lying in my own pool of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I compare you with others,&lt;br /&gt;You thought I did all the time,&lt;br /&gt;If I was so great, then who is the Almighty to compare,&lt;br /&gt;But tonight will be the night that I know how you felt about me,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night I ever cried till dawn for being misunderstood yet again,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I faced reality that I no matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;He'd think of me otherwise even if it was out of care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7767464959724729557?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7767464959724729557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7767464959724729557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7767464959724729557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScJ_n6zPtiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Vv5-O4q6p9k/s72-c/Image052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2733687027577470032</id><published>2009-03-19T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:33:20.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Memo</title><content type='html'>I want to post this because I want to remember the sentences that I had spat in my face today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when I mentioned to have a slot for Saturday &gt;&gt;&gt; "She's desperate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when I mentioned a performance &gt;&gt;&gt; " You're mean"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        " You're harsh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when I voiced the injustice &gt;&gt;&gt; "What difference does it make even if I come to practice tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. when I announced I would like to retire and was stating problems &gt;&gt; "I thought you said you retired?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, from the two main people I cherished and loved, I hope you know how hurting you are yet again and disrespectful and inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little add on to that particular someone, don't tell me lies just to pacify me for that one moment. Don't tell me you'll tell D to do etc, etc, etc, and you'll be there for me. And after when I asked you again for reassurance, you twist and turn your words and pretended the promises you made never happened. I'm not a kid J, I'm not, so quit being a jerk and be a man. I'm not a barbie doll. You lied more than once, and you're testing my relationship with you. I'm a person who hates crying, but you certainly succeeded in making it a habit for me. And I was right, you should've stayed ten yards away from me. You're just you, and you'll never change, you always overlook at other people's feelings and not bother thinking about how they would face after that. Let me repeat who am I to you for real, I'm just trash to you, J. Admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2733687027577470032?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2733687027577470032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/memo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2733687027577470032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2733687027577470032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/memo.html' title='Memo'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7802590432316095553</id><published>2009-03-19T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:27:24.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Havoc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScIsFf6qeuI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wdpyW4GLbTE/s1600-h/broken+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScIsFf6qeuI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wdpyW4GLbTE/s320/broken+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314858983229127394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've decided to let the conductor do it on his own. I came up with a little white lie and told him I would not be coming. Yep, they wasted half an hour and ignored the poor boy. However, those reading this blog may not agree with the wasted half an hour part but take it or leave it, you know that's not how it would've been in the usual days despite the amount of people present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after much confusion and frustration, we got the choir working. I was quite disappointed because I wanted to start on the Medley today but then all these unnecessary stuff just kept popping up. Alright, I was still satisfied with the progress. Got to lunch, hah! That's when forget anemia or whatsoever, they just wiped out all the blood in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to get into details about it but I am sick and tired of their selfishness. Really, of all people going against me, are those whom I spent months toiling with and getting crap from them till the day they made success in November 15th 2008. Respect? Forget it. I've never done anything that unorganized before. I could've sworn I made sure I informed all the necessary committees that may be clashing with my practices. I certainly did not train that particular committee to do whatever they just did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to lecture Jieguan. But what's the point? It's done. You won, all of you. I'm tired of fighting, I fought for you last year, and I am facing my consequences now. Yet, I thought that this is a blessing from God that despite what I have to face this year, with my insane schedule, I get to do what I love doing, music. But what is it to them? They just think its funny to come and go anytime they liked. Typical of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said something really true that night. "Maine, you're not doing this because its a job you hired with your certs or education, you're doing this because you love music, but look at you, I see you getting heartbroken more than you gaining the sense of satisfaction that you should be getting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say, I'm tired. I would use the word "resurrect" because no one has seen how I speed on the highway yet. But I have been doing that for the past few months last year. I faced life and death alone. But doing it for choir now, it was fun, its something I love doing. Music is my life, I breathe music. But there is no music when the people making music treats you like trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love plunking notes for the past few weeks figuring out here and there. I love what I did, I love what we all had, I love tackling a person's problems, I love having to understand their difficulties in grasping melodies, I love being nothing but the person who finds the root of the problem and providing a solution for music. Tell you the truth, when they sang in harmony, it was pure, clean, fresh, air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a choir is not a one man show. Same goes to those who were involved in the camp last year, there's no one man show in anything like this. But look at the decisions you guys are taking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whats funny? I had a friend who said he didnt want me to go through what hell I've gone through last year this time. I was really touched by his words because I thought he understands. Sadly, the person who said it, is the right arm of the people who are causing me endless episodes of upsets. Did you really mean what you said? Or you merely meant it out of a gesture of mannerism and whatever I felt and faced is just nothing to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7802590432316095553?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7802590432316095553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/havoc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7802590432316095553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7802590432316095553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/havoc.html' title='Havoc'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScIsFf6qeuI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wdpyW4GLbTE/s72-c/broken+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-342828681094084610</id><published>2009-03-18T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:27:47.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Pooh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScIrrPKycWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hFp-LgtVWho/s1600-h/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScIrrPKycWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hFp-LgtVWho/s320/pooh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314858532056756578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are people in this world that would just not stop lying to you. They think lying to you is making you happy for that moment. Well, what happens after that moment? The truth of course. On Tuesday, I had a very successful choir practice, really, I was very impressed with the attendance and the cooperation I had. I slept in class, got down to get coffee during class break and strived through the rest of the day. On Tuesday night, I got worried, what if they forget the parts again? No, I cannot let this happen, they are always losing it after getting that little progress. I called Peggy and she called the rest of the part leaders to arrange a small meeting for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her later that night if everybody agreed. She said yes, I was more than happy when I heard Sheryi would be joining us too. I met Jieguan online. He said hopefully he can come and stuff...then I told him if its transportation and disturbing his mom I would gladly pick him up from home despite the distance. The conversation ended there which was then Darren came online. He had a shock that Jieguan agreed to my meeting because the cf was having one too at the same time frame. Okay, I didn't want to jump into conclusions so soon, so I called Jieguan and even texted him but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, my schedule was supposed to be like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am-10am --- Class&lt;br /&gt;10am-12pm--- Break&lt;br /&gt;12pm-2pm--- Class&lt;br /&gt;2pm- 3pm--- Teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I thought everybody agreed, it turned into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am-10am--- Class&lt;br /&gt;10am-12pm--- Teaching&lt;br /&gt;12pm-2pm--- Class&lt;br /&gt;2pm---Go back to Seremban for meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course, I was half an hour late for my afternoon class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Parkson where the leaders were supposed to meet. Jieguan told Peggy he is very busy and will come later. I glanced at my watch and it was already 3.02pm while the meeting was supposed to be 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about respect. Pooh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-342828681094084610?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/342828681094084610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/pooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/342828681094084610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/342828681094084610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/pooh.html' title='Pooh!'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ScIrrPKycWI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hFp-LgtVWho/s72-c/pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2782058581483496296</id><published>2009-03-16T13:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:56:36.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Cycle</title><content type='html'>I've never been so hardworking before. *sobs* There's just so much to do and I'm not doing enough with the time I have. And that's just my studies in college, not forgetting my vocal and piano lesson which I am starting to slack these days. I find that I am procrastinating but I'm not entirely sure if that's what I am really doing because nothing seems to be lazy on my list so far and the only time I lay still is when I'm just too tired that I gotta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be a way out of all these juggling. I've not been practicing my piano and I am so dead, I've not memorised a single song I promised. I've not completed a single Economics assignment what more begin my revision? Shucks....there's just too much to do. I regretted delaying my Law assignment for so long. Here I am now, quarantined myself for 8 hours in the college library just to do nothing but my assignment and my one weekend late business tutorial. I need to practice my piano exam pieces and my voice is so horrible since that bad inflammation and I've yet to work it out to sing properly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing? I don't know. I always have something to do. But I admit that the previous weekend you know the one with the Monday holiday... I really took that weekend off to sleep. Yes, I finally slept. And last weekend, well I watched Dragonball on Thursday, Love matters on Friday and spent time with mom on Saturday. Is that procrastination? You tell me :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead, I feel like dying. My hands ache from all these load of writing. LOL and I'm typing right now. I'm so bored of looking at words. And I have a test this Friday. My mom asked me this morning, "You said you're happy being so hectic, are you still happy now?" Well, I am tired and in trouble, alot of trouble in fact, but am I still happy? Yes I am. No doubts about that. Why? I don't know. I chose my round of fun, I chose my round of hell. So I had fun, now I face hell. It's a cycle ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck that I'll survive! Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2782058581483496296?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2782058581483496296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/cycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2782058581483496296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2782058581483496296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/cycle.html' title='Cycle'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-760481862515069288</id><published>2009-03-10T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:20:50.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear the mess on my bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sort out paper files&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Store clothes into wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear study table in mom's room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;File up business past year papers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print out economics past year papers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print out recent law notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweep bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Record parts for choir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete law assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorise O mio Babbino Caro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 lessons this week for Andrea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice pieces and UPM scores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Economics Assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extra choir practice on Saturday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help Ps. P on Saturday afternoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeee I'm going to die!!!!!!!!!!! I regret procrastinating for the past one weekend. *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-760481862515069288?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/760481862515069288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/760481862515069288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/760481862515069288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2760129622588350724</id><published>2009-03-07T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:13:01.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Dominating</title><content type='html'>Tonight I came home after another long day of working with the choir. Hell yeah, so much for telling me to shut up, everyone just went haywire. It's as though, it's a fun thing? And then I realised, that I was wrong. It is my job, yes, but it's just an activity to them. So yeah, I shouldn't compare them with professional work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first, they are awesome people, they make music with the bits and pieces of everybody's random talents and combine it together, it's just amazing when it comes to working out parts. We'd get all headache-y and then annoyed and stuff and joke about. That's life, I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did when I got home just now was to play up everything we worked out just now. I admit that I am a lousy pianist, so I had to work out every chord, I'm not as talented as those I worked with today. Sigh! I really admire their skills... But as I worked for about an hour, it sinks into me that it may have been because of me, that I have not done what a proper guide would have done, I am after all still immature in the vocal field. I may be the root of our prolonging problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training them has no more been fun. And turning into a dominating mode only scares me reminding me how hard I tried for the cf last time. I really want to call it quits now, but I don't want to be known as irresponsible either. I would miss out on my passion to working on music and to exploring each other's unique voices, but it's no more fun if it means I'll have to be that beast I tried so hard to vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too straining, and everybody's got their own reasons and problems. I could hold it in and compromise a few times, but I am just too tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2760129622588350724?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2760129622588350724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/dominating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2760129622588350724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2760129622588350724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/dominating.html' title='Dominating'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-9131371501420375781</id><published>2009-03-01T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:46:00.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>What happens?</title><content type='html'>I'm finally ill. Lost my voice which means I'll have no other way of talking, no method of shutting my thoughts off and not listening to other people. I asked myself, what happens when April comes? What happens when it's all over? What do you do, and where does that lead you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's March. I'm freaking out, I have no idea what happens when it's over. Let go, let go, I told myself, let go, but why am I drawing myself nearer? It's certainly not an effective method of letting go by going nearer. Will I make it? Because at this point, I feel as though I'm allowing myself to float to the realms of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that just because of what black episode of your life you cannot go forward and make better ones? I just can't seem to find the way out right now. What am I not doing that is preventing me from letting go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We text, we meet, we talk, we love............ what does it take to make it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one person. A person out of the many chosen at that point of time, a person whom you once shared your heart and love with who doesn't with you anymore. Why is it so difficult to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wear his heart for the memories. But here's the question, what does it take to let go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-9131371501420375781?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/9131371501420375781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/9131371501420375781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/9131371501420375781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happens.html' title='What happens?'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6490553955742348096</id><published>2009-02-28T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:11:13.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Wilting</title><content type='html'>I used to be very close to a friend of mine, E. It was funny at first because we used to quarrel back in school and hated each other in everyway we could? Yeah... and we weren't really people we'd like to remember. Months back when I returned to school, met him for abit. Since then we kept in touch. Became good friends not long after that, a type of friend who shared the same notorious lifestyle I am currently suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heartbroken still, I'm not sure if I should be using past tense but anyways, he was too. He was someone who would listen to my stories back then. Recently, I have no idea what's up with the both of us. We would quarrel over petty things and keeping in touch or even bugging each other seem to be a pain in the neck. I tried, bugging him back on MSN... but, it's just not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, chemistry isn't just for lovers sometimes. There are times as such, when the chemistry in your friendship is fading, that's when the distant becomes obvious. I guess that's why people say friendships are like plants, you need to care it well and not let it wilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, even when we talk these days, there's nothing to talk about. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6490553955742348096?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6490553955742348096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/wilting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6490553955742348096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6490553955742348096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/wilting.html' title='Wilting'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4573685528727906795</id><published>2009-02-23T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:13:06.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SaGVoTqokcI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1ahoZPVyhyI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SaGVoTqokcI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1ahoZPVyhyI/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305686355725554114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people dying,&lt;br /&gt;So many people getting hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes are full of hate,&lt;br /&gt;Their hobbies are to kill,&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a rolling stone to them,&lt;br /&gt;And death is something they enjoy watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the sound of crashes,&lt;br /&gt;Adoring the sounds of death,&lt;br /&gt;Inviting more angels of death,&lt;br /&gt;Allowing more people to die,&lt;br /&gt;It is the latest entertainment in town,&lt;br /&gt;I can smell death everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to get me too,&lt;br /&gt;I survived unharmed,&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how fast you run,&lt;br /&gt;All they have to do is just walk behind you,&lt;br /&gt;Their cynical laugh ascends..&lt;br /&gt;And soon you'll have nowhere to run,&lt;br /&gt;They'll lick your pool of blood splattered,&lt;br /&gt;That is what they call a healthy snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is cruel,&lt;br /&gt;It is not just brutal,&lt;br /&gt;It is way beyond any inhumane attributes,&lt;br /&gt;We're all victims,&lt;br /&gt;But we are also the culprits,&lt;br /&gt;How fast can we run,&lt;br /&gt;How long can we hide,&lt;br /&gt;Till the Messiah saves us again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4573685528727906795?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4573685528727906795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4573685528727906795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4573685528727906795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SaGVoTqokcI/AAAAAAAAAqM/1ahoZPVyhyI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1957646033144788915</id><published>2009-02-22T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:37:03.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SaFisM_BALI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OZerz19ilL4/s1600-h/tom-and-jerry1-774913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SaFisM_BALI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OZerz19ilL4/s320/tom-and-jerry1-774913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305630347558453426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayek was driving at the back of Salma and suddenly he decided to overtake Salma's car as he was anxious to see how sexy Salma was. As he passed by Salma's car and looked out of the window, Salma speeded and was ahead of Hayek. Unexpectedly, Salma braked to avoid a lorry containin petrol in fronf of her and Hayek who was driving at a great speed hit into Salma's car causing Salma to hit the lorry in front of her and blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salma is burnt to death in the car caused by the negligence of Hayek. Jackie and Chan witnessed the acident and Jackie unsuccessfully tried to rescue Salma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salma's husband, Pitt was told of the accident and saw Salma's mutilated body at the hospital and Salma's mother, Pamela, saw the accident live on television during an outside broadcast. Salma's father, Anderson was told of the accident but could not bring himself to see Salma's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Jerry also witnessed the accident; in which Tom knew that Salma had in the car the only handwritten copy of his script for his new movie which took him 3 years to complete and Jerry realized that Salma was wearing an evening dress which she had rented from his boutique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advise all the parties (other than Salma), who have suffered nervous shock. Also advise Hayek if he was negligent or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALMA + HAYEK = SALMA HAYEK&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA + ANDERSON = PAMELA ANDERSON&lt;br /&gt;PITT = BRAD PITT&lt;br /&gt;TOM AND JERRY?&lt;br /&gt;JACKIE CHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this assignment question =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1957646033144788915?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1957646033144788915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/law-assignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1957646033144788915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1957646033144788915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/law-assignment.html' title='Law Assignment'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SaFisM_BALI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OZerz19ilL4/s72-c/tom-and-jerry1-774913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6941143801737910406</id><published>2009-02-22T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:33:56.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>The reason why I said I need to stop all that is going on in my life is because I can feel that my body cannot take it anymore. I'm getting very restless and tired. I hadn't been practicing my piano pieces for nearing two weeks now. I have an assignment due this coming Tuesday and I've not started on a single thing. I have a class test this week too. Not studied a single crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me? I don't know. All I know is, I want someone to make me cry, let me scream. I'm getting out of control, I have pretended so much I don't know what I want out of myself. I have so many things to do yet I just sit down and let the time pass by and live with guilt and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, Charmaine, let go, it's over, let all your past go, but it's just so hard. I can't help blaming those who have caused me to lose everything I strived so hard to build for myself. They enter your life and then they leave you taking everything you built. It's over but I want everything back. I know I sound like a lunatic. I'm trying so hard not to think like this, I really am. But this is just how I'm feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm known by many that I never walk alone. I'm always with somebody. But does that really matter to me? When so many people walk by me, they don't really understand how I feel. I don't quite understand what I'm trying to express but I only know that I am still not happy. I'm still not as happy as how I used to be. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been going to church in like so long. I tried so hard to get up and go, but my body and soul is just so depressing to actually go anywhere. My weekends are just lazing at home and don't think of anything and don't want to know what's there in my life. My head hurts all the time even though I am not thinking of anything because I am seeing everything in my mind flashing repeatedly, reliving guilt and regrets and wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I will go insane very soon. But there's no solution out of it as how I see it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6941143801737910406?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6941143801737910406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6941143801737910406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6941143801737910406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1334254540263539971</id><published>2009-02-20T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:07:05.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>I love you very much. You are a wonderful friend, please don't ever forget that. But you will always disappoint me the most. I don't care who else you disappoint, I don't care what others say about you, but this is between me and you. It's me we're talking about. You blamed me despite everything. Your father didn't understand, I get it, But you? You gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five to six months of being with you, with intentions to give you comfort, support and a person to share problems with, you treated me as such when it comes to cf. We laugh, we joke, we play, we sing, we go nuts, remember the times at my house? Remember the times we had fun? But what are those to you whenever work comes stumbling and then you blame me for what has happened? I was always here for you, waiting on you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me excuses about calling me. I see you every Tuesday, nowadays Wednesdays, and you tell me you can't speak to me about anything at all? Gosh, I spent a night at your home. You were next to me the whole time. When I was sulking over the superglue stuck on my hands, you could've said something about whatever that has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you letting everything I built for you go? Was I nothing but an invisible person to you? Please, save me from this misery. I'm confused whether I helped you or did I murder you faster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1334254540263539971?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1334254540263539971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/invisible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1334254540263539971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1334254540263539971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6644270055294358430</id><published>2009-02-18T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:17:45.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Blessed and Loved</title><content type='html'>"I'm dreaming of a zinger burger,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ones my ex-boyfriend used to buy me,&lt;br /&gt;  Oh how I long to get to eat,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my stomach is so naughty"   (white christmas soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I text D and J, then, I rushed from class, to appointments and to the highway, darn! I wish my car was higher CC... then I can speed faster. I felt so stagnant at 130 km/H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bombarded school, I nearly run Peggy down but nah don't worry, I didn't. I parked my car in a very rushing way... headed to the pavillion and talk talk talk.... then J said, turn behind you and there it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZINGER BURGER SET! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast at choir today. I felt weird as usual working with people who affected my life once. But as the week goes by, I got used to it, I'm not sure if I'm used to pretending or I'm really getting used to this new skin but either ways, I'm okay... I think. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just driving J and D home and I mentioned that I lost my 8gb pendrive, then suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J gave me a pendrive...woah *teary eyed* What a day, loved by two buntuts that I can never live without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J has always caused me upsets, yet he treats me well... gosh, how can I differentiate my disappointments and happiness with you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, I'm stuffed till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!! Don't mind me being greedy, but I'm going to need more support the more I show up at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6644270055294358430?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6644270055294358430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessed-and-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6644270055294358430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6644270055294358430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessed-and-loved.html' title='Blessed and Loved'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-369406124018732467</id><published>2009-02-17T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:20:56.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Nerdy Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SZrHrly_TcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/l_h3lW_FydQ/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SZrHrly_TcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/l_h3lW_FydQ/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303771062876458434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new specs are so darn nerdy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel so crappy. Hahahahahaha I have no idea. This optician I went to only had full frames. The half frames were like so kiddy. Lol!! I have noi dea why I settled down on this but yeah... my mom was like "Heyya missy, missy, Miss Lee *whistles*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= " hahahahaahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay world, like what Avin said, he can finally calll me Nerdy Maine. Gosh, lucky you, Av. I'm going to get your furry tail for this new nick name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so nerdy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I'm even more percentages lower from wanting to be a leng lui... *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-369406124018732467?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/369406124018732467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/nerdy-maine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/369406124018732467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/369406124018732467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/nerdy-maine.html' title='Nerdy Maine'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SZrHrly_TcI/AAAAAAAAAp8/l_h3lW_FydQ/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-5949004129361401379</id><published>2009-02-15T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:30:06.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Valentine's promise</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I spent my valentine's with E and A. Never would I have expected to know the other side of the story of what me and A would've have become if I were to know it sooner before we split up even as friends. It would've been a massive change if we were together, that'll mean G would not be in my picture at all. Its so melancholic that I don't know which one I'd wish for. A is really different now that we've met. But the damage is done, I wish this girlfriend of mine whom I grew up with would one day stop making up stories and causing people heartaches because she sure torn the both of us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's over is over, I only look forward to my future. Valentine's is just valentine's. What I seek is eternity and commitment. But I must say, it was a wonderful weekend. We all patched up pretty well, though I couldn't really get to talk to K... I still can't get in touch with him till now. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the heart shaped wax when we were lying on the field last night, and the heart shaped lollipop. The human nature, rather ridiculous at times, you really adore one person yet your ego tells you to do another. And now, there's nothing worth to be regretting about. Because its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendship is what I seek between us for now, and it should be the best. You're never serious, and I can never know when you really mean what you said. Even with that promise we made, I somehow know you'd just break it soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I breathe in the night's air. I take in the breathtaking view of the stars, and I cherish our moment to catch up. As for the promise, I quote my friend D, time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, time will tell if you're true to your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-5949004129361401379?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5949004129361401379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5949004129361401379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5949004129361401379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-promise.html' title='Valentine&apos;s promise'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6589863429463792794</id><published>2009-02-13T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:16:11.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>Never would I have thought that he would actually think I liked him. It was a mixture of humour and disgust when he proposed that question. I was getting very uncomfortable as to just being a friend and nothing more, yet, he said certain things I did made him thought so. It's funny how people repay your generosity with a negative shock. Come on , buying him a cake is something normal to me and what I usually do to my friens. And yes, bear in mind I'm a type of girl who would go great lengths to surprise my friends. However, I'm upset too because the situation is now very awkward. I was grateful the times he consoled me of my grandfather's death but I never looked pass our status as good friends and never would. I wonder if he's just born vain or should I be lucky for being accused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because neither of it,would be a dice I'd want to roll in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected K to be telling him how I felt, but I know she only meant well for I was annoyed. I'm just sick and tired of my pile of work and the last thing I'd want is a confusion between my perspective of him as a friend and a crush. I've only loved one person in my life so far and I know where it led me to. I'm sorry, but don't flatter yourself, my heart's still closed =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6589863429463792794?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6589863429463792794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-would-i-have-thought-that-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6589863429463792794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6589863429463792794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-would-i-have-thought-that-he.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1271971988566163569</id><published>2009-02-11T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:12:33.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>It's a lil melodramatic tonight. Yeah, tonight was the Holka Polka sketch in my college. And yesterday was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday.. He was upset that his birthday went on horribly and things weren't working out especially when we were all arguing last minute during our final rehearsal. Things didn't go well for my work as well, I headed to Giant then and spotted a cake that was written " Special Chocolate" and immediately thought of him who loved chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed straight to college and contacted &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; and plotted the rest of the scenario. Yep, I tricked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; saying that I needed help carrying some costumes and lured him to the N block. I succeeded in covering up my tracks in not letting him know that I was the culprit behind it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During make up before the grand opening of the drama, little did I know that he needed kisses on his face to show that princesses have tried breaking the spells with their kisses. Humpty Dumpty was instructed to do it and of course there was a havoc and roars of laughter that made the attempts fail endlessly. In the end, I had to do it. Yep, someone mentioned my name and I was the guinea pig. I did it of course, I'm the kind of person who would just want to get the ball rolling no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm upset, towards the end I busted myself. I accidentally announced that I went to Giant. He found out I was the one who bought the cake. But does it matter even if he finds out? He thanked me in an SMS about me saving him from Humpty's lips. But does it matter anymore when he went down to the hall and announced to people that it was a horrifying moment? I mean, come on, I know I'm not those hot girls that you adore, well that's not whom I would want to be even in my next life. It was done for the sake of art, and I bought you the cake with surprises to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you had to put up with me then. I just wish you would know that I was really okay after whatever I had to do for the sake of this drama tonight, but it wasn't okay anymore. You wouldn't know would you? Yeah, horrifying moment... put the blame on me alright? I hope you enjoyed the rest of the show,because all I ever wanted was a dose of respect and not a thank you that you type and express another in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1271971988566163569?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1271971988566163569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1271971988566163569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1271971988566163569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-843308861728070095</id><published>2009-02-03T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:21:40.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Hurts</title><content type='html'>I've been so stressed out lately, even if I were to sit down and do nothing for a bit, my mind just keeps wondering on the load of stuff I need to complete. I feel so dumb putting myself in this situation sometimes. I tried to look on the bright side of it a few times, but I soon worn out of those positive thinking. I mean, let's face it. This is pure shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of academic achievements to obtain. Within such a short time span is near to impossible. I get up before the sun comes up everyday and sleeps when its nearing the break of dawn. I survive through the day with a cup of Milo at dawn till night at seven to have a meal and that's it. It's not as though I do it on purpose or anything bu it's just my life ... it's been like that lately ever since the year started. It's getting harder everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More demands... more needs more deadlines... Lesser sleep, lesser food, lesser time to breathe... I wonder when will I see the end of all these or if not, the end of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so upset with it at the end of the days.... and I got no one to talk to about it because everybody's probably going through their own schedule and suffering the same... perhaps mine's just a tad heavier... I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurts to feel so alone, Hurts to feel so burdened, Hurts to feel so tired, Hurts to puke after eating, Hurts to sleep without worrying........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-843308861728070095?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/843308861728070095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/843308861728070095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/843308861728070095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurts.html' title='Hurts'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8316332914633232404</id><published>2009-01-31T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:35:22.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Physical Apperances</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we humans are just plain negligent and this is when ignorance is a bliss. I fear myself too if I were to be high and mighty some day would I forget who I was before I am who I am then? We all strive to make ourselves a better person regardless physically, emotionally or spiritually. We buy concealers, we lose weight, we buy lipsticks, we scale our teeth, we change our fashions and hairstyles... I find that as a need a mode of vanity to be more comfortable with ourselves in this community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather upsetting whenever some other people comment or criticize the way we are or the way we are striving. But tonight at a party I realised on thing that I've failed to see for quite a long time. We are all ugly. I mean, let's face it, no matter what you do or say, there will be one part in yourself that you do not like or wish were different and there would be one part of other people that you would not agree with as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I think we should respect those who strive to look pleasant. Not to say that we are going against God's creation, but we are merely trying to make the best out of our features as how I would put it. So I don't find it as something to laugh about. Nor something to comment negatively about but rather something to learn from, something to be respected, adored and practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all ugly, thats what makes us beautiful. It only depends on how we look at things and how you understand the difficulties it takes to become who you are and when you are who you are that you want to be, will you remember your strive to this journey or would you forget all the effort and look down on others who's just begun the same journey that you have succeeded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this post to someone who mattered to me tonight, and also I dedicate this post to myself because I know the pain, I know the hassle, I know the difficulty. And if you've been there done that, then take a minute and try to understand a person in that similar situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8316332914633232404?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8316332914633232404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/physical-apperances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8316332914633232404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8316332914633232404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/physical-apperances.html' title='Physical Apperances'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2989319353870932060</id><published>2009-01-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:40:49.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Bloated</title><content type='html'>Life has been really hard lately. Ever since the year started, ever since whatever I planned for this year begun, I feel that life has no meaning at all, its just plain rough work, work till you drop. I find it very difficult to control my emotions lately, and I snap rather easily too. I tried to joke it off, cool off the situation with my surrounding people, but its getting harder as the day goes by. It's as though, I'm running out of jokes. You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever mom leaves, I turn into a beast, trying to run the household properly, getting everyone to do their part of their responsibility. Well, it doesn't work anymore, and I'm always left with the chores. I turn to the right, there's a pile of clothes unfolded, I turn to the left, I see ants marching up to a dirty plate, I look out the window, the curtains are dusty and worst off mom's beloved garden was dying. How much can I do in a day and not forgetting my own personal heavy workload to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I get up and told myself, be professional, be ethical, be realistic. Yeah, but who am I kidding? I doubt I can hold out any longer cos it's starting to destroy me. I sweat cold sweat every few minutes, I'm so anxious over everything, at home I practically walk about with a rag to wipe dust. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bills to pay, a house to clean, a mouth to feed and its not mine. Living on one meal a day or less I guess. I just can't seem to find the time to care for myself anymore. When will this end I really don't know, and sometimes I wonder am I driving myself to this near suicide?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2989319353870932060?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2989319353870932060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2989319353870932060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2989319353870932060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloated.html' title='Bloated'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-5635601182628857925</id><published>2009-01-25T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:49:18.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>The CNY eve</title><content type='html'>Tonight, mom called from work. I could tell that she's tearing throughout the conversation. Trying so hard not to yell her feelings out. As for I, I'm tired of listening to all the complains. I feel her pain and the most pain was that I could do nothing to help. I can try to learn how to do the laundry, change the tires, cook good meals, make lame jokes... but there are still so many things I fail to do. I want to make everybody happy. I want to say yes to everybody's wishes... and no matter how hard I try, I just fail to be that person I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a type of person who's versatile in the most awkward way. I can go out partying, I can go out doing everything I wanted. I go out showing skin of not worrying about anything. I really wish I am that person, with nothing to worry about, nothing to want, nothing to need. Just to care for others. So tell me, why when everyone else is happy and celebrating this new year tonight, and I'm sitting here wishing there'd be a phone call for me giving me comfort assuring me that even though it sounds impossible, everything's going to be alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why am I at such state of emotion on this joyous night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote a personal message from my friend; "for the night has been unkind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to finish it on my own repetoire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doth for the night has been unkind,&lt;br /&gt;  Everything her little heart seeketh,&lt;br /&gt;Perishes deep with drapes of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;  Reality stabs into her very soul,&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly pushing her way beyond her limits,&lt;br /&gt;  Seeking her every ounce of energy and womanhood,&lt;br /&gt;Secluding her pain when day strikes,&lt;br /&gt;  Inflicting a character she does not wish to play,&lt;br /&gt;On a stage she never would step foot on regardless of the fame,&lt;br /&gt;  Never ending story as so it seems now, where is the end of all this pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you noticed how I felt tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-5635601182628857925?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5635601182628857925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5635601182628857925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5635601182628857925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-eve.html' title='The CNY eve'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8787817129994723774</id><published>2009-01-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:22:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detriment</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I'm pretty upset with J still. I remember a few days before school started for him, he told me he needed me on Fridays, to speak to him, to catch up with him and to continue advising him as in like a commitment. I had classes 2-4pm on Fridays... and yeah, I asked my lecturer if he could change it. Obviously he did change it for me. I somehow felt as though I owe it to my classmates and to my dear teacher who probably had to face certain amount of difficulty because he had to care for his old aged mom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't understand about J is that, he can be so committed to whatever he likes, whenever he wants to. Like when he had a crush on P? He remembers literally everything and does everything he needs to to gain attention or whatsoever goal. I'm not comparing as a lover or an infatuation sorta thing but sometimes I wonder, how long does it take him to realise that he has caused me to put my life on hold just to think that he actually meant all those commitments he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes thinking this is what I wouldn't mind doing serving God. But this is way too much, too many times, too many negativity, too many sacrifices, too many consequences that led to nothing but me being in despair. Everytime we do come across each other, it beats my heart to yell at him and tell him how much trouble he's caused. But what's the point? I agree with what Pastor P said,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8787817129994723774?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8787817129994723774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/detriment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8787817129994723774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8787817129994723774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/detriment.html' title='Detriment'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7508323066877456826</id><published>2009-01-23T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:39:40.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One pm</title><content type='html'>One pm sharp and I'll be as limpy as a wilting flower,&lt;br /&gt;One pm sharp I start to chill and feel the quiver of ice down my spine,&lt;br /&gt;One pm sharp my body shatter into little pieces when my muscles fail to coordianate,&lt;br /&gt;One pm sharp when I'll lay very still in bed,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could do is to lay still,&lt;br /&gt;Gritting my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And pray for the discomfort to go away,&lt;br /&gt;When I am not anywhere near my bed,&lt;br /&gt;That is when I suffer the most,&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling at wherever shades most,&lt;br /&gt;And sob my tremors to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this end?&lt;br /&gt;I hope its soon,&lt;br /&gt;Moving a stickshift as though I'm moving a pillar of the Roman times,&lt;br /&gt;I am awake,&lt;br /&gt;But I look as though I'm drugged,&lt;br /&gt;This is unfair,&lt;br /&gt;Because my life cannot be on hold any longer,&lt;br /&gt;I need to hurry and rush,&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm left behind,&lt;br /&gt;Dear tremor,&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7508323066877456826?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7508323066877456826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7508323066877456826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7508323066877456826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-pm.html' title='One pm'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1889661393343528874</id><published>2009-01-21T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:12:00.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>Pretty annoyed these days, its been accumulating in me. Okay, I know he came by to help the choir because I asked him to. I really really appreciate that and along the way, we made pretty good friends. But time's running short for me, and knowing my results are like crap right now, the last thing I'd wanna do is to have this darn choir thing stuck in my head in square one undone. Choosing songs should be done so long ago and not now. The members are not doing anything, now he's not doing anything anymore, who's going to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing very well though, I am not going to make such big sacrifices anymore like I once did for this other boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys want it, you go do it yourself, when school starts and nothing's up, that means astalavista baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1889661393343528874?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1889661393343528874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/irresponsible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1889661393343528874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1889661393343528874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/irresponsible.html' title='Irresponsible'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8527261625979248764</id><published>2009-01-20T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:35:10.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Meet up</title><content type='html'>I met you today, and it's just so unusual. Well of course, we can't be as how we used to anymore, but that was not what mattered, we felt so.... smooth.... as if we never once hated each other. But I know you kept it short. I understand. When you told me that latest event of yours, it tears my heart to know that you are at that..but I also know that if I were to show another inch of concern, you'd vanish from me in just a snap of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the shot meeting up today, two tall glasses, a corner table, talking about nothing but everything. I wish and I hope that you'd remain like this forever. Because its very comfortable talking like this. It gives me the peace, there's no more fighting, no more hating, no more revenge, that's what I pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach out, but you obviously fringed yourself. Will there be a second time? It is indeed a start of a new year, or would we both be walking out separate paths, pretending not to once know and died for each other? I'm so confused, all I know is I still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon tea/ lime tea.... it doesn't matter. If you can still distinguish the taste of both, that's all that matters really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8527261625979248764?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8527261625979248764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8527261625979248764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8527261625979248764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-up.html' title='Meet up'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-15612359202857643</id><published>2009-01-19T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:49:25.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The road to establishment</title><content type='html'>Minutes pass in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Taking its stroll of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Length of this path burdens me,&lt;br /&gt;Is this a curse&lt;br /&gt;Or is it mere choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices demanding more of you,&lt;br /&gt;Instructing for your attention,&lt;br /&gt;You make a wrong turn and the voices will change,&lt;br /&gt;A symphony of negativity and shame,&lt;br /&gt;As you continue limping through with your head hung low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats are getting faster,&lt;br /&gt;Like your heart beats against your chest,&lt;br /&gt;Pounding on you from the east to west,&lt;br /&gt;When will you complete the quest?&lt;br /&gt;To that faint picture of your stable nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more they demand of you,&lt;br /&gt;The more sacrifices you make,&lt;br /&gt;These aren't the fear that you should fear,&lt;br /&gt;But rather fear that these fears would stop,&lt;br /&gt;For when they stop haunting you,&lt;br /&gt;That is when you worth no price,&lt;br /&gt;And your name pays no dignity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-15612359202857643?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/15612359202857643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-to-establishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/15612359202857643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/15612359202857643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-to-establishment.html' title='The road to establishment'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-7944135813447729103</id><published>2009-01-18T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:30:03.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>My exam results are coming out on Wednesday, whatever it may be, there's no one else to blame but myself. I am preparing for the worst. Knowing I no longer have those prayers that used to back me up when I was with them. I never knew that a prayer for another needed a price to pay. Now, they no longer do that for me. I am on my own though this results is an aftermath. Will I still find it worth it? I really don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-7944135813447729103?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/7944135813447729103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7944135813447729103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/7944135813447729103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8534467423801172307</id><published>2009-01-18T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:27:22.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>I'm crying,&lt;br /&gt;Tears like rain,&lt;br /&gt;Howling for all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody in any unusual type of vain,&lt;br /&gt;But I've just got too much on my plate,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't have such an appetite,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to clean this plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles keep dicing at me,&lt;br /&gt;The days are getting more difficult,&lt;br /&gt;I just want a listening ear to hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;But I only watched till the candle.... grow dim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake wishing for a better day,&lt;br /&gt;But it's just a bad day for way too many days,&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen ill,&lt;br /&gt;Recovered,&lt;br /&gt;And fallen again repeatedly,&lt;br /&gt;This challenge that I plot for myself this year,&lt;br /&gt;Had been a decision from the growing fire I did not realise,&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes watching you,&lt;br /&gt;Hurting you when you are least alert,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles of joy fades away,&lt;br /&gt;I see no silver lining in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sweep the dead leaves on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and came back around,&lt;br /&gt;I solved one,&lt;br /&gt;There comes another,&lt;br /&gt;My energy is wearing out,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8534467423801172307?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8534467423801172307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/fatigue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8534467423801172307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8534467423801172307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6371540133460328015</id><published>2009-01-18T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:20:27.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>This morning, I searched high and low for a shop that would fix my car. None was open, and none that was would do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had vocal lesson and I totally forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a disaster that I chose to attend anyways. He lectured me about me not being focused enough and was rather upset towards my progress today. It hurt me because I couldn't tell him I had such a bad day this weekend... I opened my mouth to protest but I knew words wouldn't come and tears would instead. So I just took it all in and blamed my own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down just now playing the piano singing some praises. I sang "When the music fades"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It striked me that J actually called me last night while I was at Xy's place. He apologized for not catching up. Sadly, I am already broken, and his apology can be accepted but it would not make any difference anymore. Back a few months, he was all different, now, I don't even know him anymore. I don't intend to publish our episodes here but as I was telling E online the other night, that when my life is full of shit, there are only a handful of friends I could call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued singing, I cried so hard, I've never felt so stuck in my life. Sometimes, its just too little too late. I don't want to get too close and get myself hurt again. This person has made too many promises and fulfilled none. I hope someone would tell him that for me. I didn't talk to him much on the phone, cos it was too disappointing to. My life is going on even if he doesn't catch up. I don't need a fling caller. I don't need a fling companion who only talks about himself all the time. I may have a handful of friends whom I can rely on, I am lonely at nights, I am struggling, but that's the last thing I need on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never again want to be disappointed by this individual. It's just too high a price to pay. And I'm still paying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6371540133460328015?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6371540133460328015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/heartbreaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6371540133460328015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6371540133460328015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/heartbreaker.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-5013719578091723400</id><published>2009-01-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:10:31.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>The arrow shot her</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up hoping for a better day. I headed to Perodua to get a price quote for my damages. Uncle said last night that it would be around RM 250. But after Perodua checked, it was above RM 300. Shortly after that I had breakfast with Errol. I'm very sorry towards him because I could not give him my full attention despite his efforts to come and help me work plans out for the choir in school. My siblings called me curious about how I'm going to settle the problem. I got lectured and advised from a few people, in the end, as I was still on the phone, I just knelt down and cried. It hurt too much. I don't think anyone would know how it feels to be at a point where you just don't know what else to do anymore. And the world was blaming you for every mistake that should not have belonged to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on the choir plans with E a little more, constantly interrupted by more frustrating calls. I faced difficulty with the careless driver. He dared me to make a report. I was afraid, not to the police, but being alone there at the station to defend myself. I put down the phone and my mind was trying to find a solution, but it was too exhausted to even remember why E was doing at my home. Yes, it was that bad a situation. I am only an 18+ year old girl. Messing with a young man is entirely out of the question. My brother's friend A was supposed to sleep over after attending a wedding tonight. Thank God he was willing to come over, drove my car and took me to Nilai to settle the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy gave in. I literally turned white since morning. By late evening, Mandy called and said she could give me a lift after I park my mom's car at my sister's home porch. She waited for quite sometime outside as I couldn't find the key. Everything was so hectic. And at the same time E said he lost his way by taking the wrong exit from highway and was on his way to PD. I was responsible for that. I was responbile for everything. Mandy's time, E's safety...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally sat down again and went online, Xy was online too. I blurted my heartache to her and shockingly, she sprained her foot too. I didn't know what to do, but I knew enough was enough. I grabbed my keys and purchased a tub of ice-cream and headed to her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was on my way, I text her to ensure she was home. She was worried for me too and forbid me from visiting her and told me to stay put at home. But knowingly I wouldn't;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you sure you okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy replies positively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I tell you I was santa girl when I was ten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not reply... but her dad accompliced with me as he was washing the car outside. Managed to sneak in... well, though she read the SMS much later, santa girl arrived first :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad was so nice and friendly, he even offered to polish my car. It was rather comforting. Someone who actually cared for my car too. Xy took me to dinner and shopped for Chocs as a gratitude to A who drove me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-5013719578091723400?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/5013719578091723400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrow-shot-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5013719578091723400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/5013719578091723400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrow-shot-her.html' title='The arrow shot her'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-619891950959746961</id><published>2009-01-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:57:50.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Car accident</title><content type='html'>Mom left on Thursday night. I juggled my time on Friday. I was let off early by my lecturer at one pm. But since I promised J and A I'd send them home too, I waited for their class to finish at four. Finally, we could leave, as I exit the car park, a Vios knocked me from the back. And then I knew, that one portion of hell has just begun. When the car knocked me, honestly, I was panicky, but no one was there to help me. Yes, I was not driving alone in my car, but I was alone if you know what I mean. I got down, not daring to view my car damages, I walked over to the culprit's to inspect his and guess mine out from there. His was horrible. Front left light smashed, front left body crushed in like a carbonated drink can. What's left of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dared not even take a look. I questioned him his intentions of settlement. Yet he merely said "Its okay lah I'll settle my own one" I find these brats rather insufferable. "I don't care how you settle yours, I want to know how you're going to settle mine" Together we walked to my car and inspected my damages. By the grace of God it was not a very major issue but it was major in the fact that my car's only 5 months old or so. I looked up hoping someone would voice something and stand up for me as well. But no one was saying anything to defend me. I was left all alone to defend myself and my rights. By the time I got into my car, I was shaking, but no one would care. No one said any words of comfort to me....not until I met A at his hostel block, and he calmed down a litlte bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime's life is just so funny. You think you know a person well but then you don't really know in the end. Not too many days ago, a lecturer from my college and her husband and son died from a car crash on the exact road I take to college every single day. How was I suppose to feel? I was mortified. My foot tapping the accelerator is like a life and death decision everytime now. The question is, who's going to be there for me even if I do die in a car crash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home. I called an Uncle from church. He came just two minutes after I arrived home. Sometimes I feel that certain friends are more family to me. I was just hurting too much. I settled whatever I could and resided on my desk. I was online, and Mandy and Xinyi came by to pick me up for a trip to the night market nearby. Everything was calm and peaceful, I thought that by nightfall good will return to my life. What could we have expected when M lost her purse in the middle of the market? Frantic hit me like buzzed wires... we searched high and low rounds after rounds... my head was spinning whizzedly. Mandy gave up. I gave up. We all didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let this be a testimony from me and Xinyi. When we were both hunting our pathways for the purse, we said, "God, do something, this can't be a bad day for her too. It's just way too unfair." Seeing M in despair we were utmost concerned. M dropped X to my home and left to her solace. As I dashed out of home with my purse and drove X out of my garden, the only thing we could do was to think of buying M a new purse and try to retrieve whatever that can be replaced most easily first. However, along the way, M called and said a good samaritan delivererd her purse home to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you that God answers prayers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X and I were starving and we settled down at a Mamak stall Jieg took me last time. Then awhile, Pauline, Jared and the rest of the youths came along. No, Jieg wasn't there if D's wondering whether he was. X and I ate and chatted, then it was my turn on deja vu again. I left my purse at home after all. I was tired, after the scene today at college. I drove Xinyi home and couldn't risk driving back without a license knowing I might just be the next culprit and I wont have a license to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful Xinyi despite her fatigue, drove me all the way back to my home and returned to hers. I ditched my car at her place for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night I couldn't sleep. But I was grateful nothing happened to X. It was some kind of a game of bad luck. That just kept bowing its arrows on us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-619891950959746961?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/619891950959746961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/619891950959746961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/619891950959746961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-accident.html' title='Car accident'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1340767965784642961</id><published>2009-01-15T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:44:20.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>She leaves tonight</title><content type='html'>She leaves tonight. I am rather nervous and weak to know what responsibility that lies ahead. 24 hours a day will no longer be enough. Catching up on my own load of work yet cleaning after my own dear granny. I'm not here to complain, just a tad of worry seep through my breath... because I have been very exhausted for the past two weeks and I do not know why. Is this another episode of depression? If so, what is this about? I really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I clear that monthly stack of bills, as I clear after the mess from her meals, as I finally sit down and savor a moment of peace, food will no longer be on my list. My bed is my home, my privacy is my joy. I satisfy everybody's needs and wants for this period of time again as how I did previously when she left, but I just don't know how much energy I can put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floors are waiting to be mopped. The dishes to be done. The bread storage to be filled. The breadspread needed to buy for her daily consumption. Checking on her from time to time. Checking on the accounts and making sure all bills are paid. I recall the last time this happened, I really hadn't the time for a meal till the day my stomach groans in agony. I'm trying to cope, of course with a little more hope, but who's going to be there for me when I'm all exhausted and not able to complete the tasks here at home? Who's going to call home for me to check on granny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry,worry,worry, it has just begun, and I'm already hoping for the end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1340767965784642961?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1340767965784642961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-leaves-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1340767965784642961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1340767965784642961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-leaves-tonight.html' title='She leaves tonight'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-6818994804771944118</id><published>2009-01-15T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:37:14.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The president</title><content type='html'>Man born out of dust and plain dirt,&lt;br /&gt;But revolutionized to only plaster a smirk,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving one another not love,&lt;br /&gt;But disappointments that engrave,&lt;br /&gt;Resulting streams of tears farther than railway tracks,&lt;br /&gt;Because it costs the world to resume from a crack,&lt;br /&gt;What more if lies within the soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through many toils,&lt;br /&gt;We are who we are,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you chose to be the one to injure,&lt;br /&gt;Little gifts of detriment,&lt;br /&gt;You crushed my hope that you would see,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at least care for the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each breath sucked in with broken promises,&lt;br /&gt;Illness caught up within my pore,&lt;br /&gt;Sending me shrills of heat and ice,&lt;br /&gt;Taking in all of me like lice,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when will you notice,&lt;br /&gt;Not even till the day I cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning bells ring,&lt;br /&gt;You beg me to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Though romance is not what is discussed,&lt;br /&gt;To you I am just a fling,&lt;br /&gt;That you know I would allow you to cling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger knows me better within days,&lt;br /&gt;I have been with you beyond grays,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you see me as though I am a stray,&lt;br /&gt;The insensitivity and blissful aura you play&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me omitted from where your heart and mind lay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-6818994804771944118?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/6818994804771944118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6818994804771944118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/6818994804771944118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/president.html' title='The president'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-3473251659753803076</id><published>2009-01-10T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:13:15.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>For Mum</title><content type='html'>Fatigue overwhelmed me as I worked around the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I suffer,&lt;br /&gt;Relations asked me why I bothered,&lt;br /&gt;Simply I only said,&lt;br /&gt;It is a bill I have yet to pay,&lt;br /&gt;The obstacle or the fee for me to cross over,&lt;br /&gt;Because I am finally sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't just mere recognitions,&lt;br /&gt;The price I pay for all the challenges,&lt;br /&gt;Comes with a mighty amount of pain,&lt;br /&gt;But the sweet surrender are those diplomas,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying them home to bring a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest everything she wished for,&lt;br /&gt;But the years  in my life taught me otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;A duty of care I owed my mother's love,&lt;br /&gt;I want ot make her feel worth it,&lt;br /&gt;With the mound of my success in stored,&lt;br /&gt;Though I may tire for the rest of my days,&lt;br /&gt;If giving up comfort and rest is all it takes,&lt;br /&gt;I do it for her,&lt;br /&gt;In hope that she knows my intentions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-3473251659753803076?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2649410318593583613</id><published>2009-01-10T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:05:58.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The journey</title><content type='html'>Sand flowing through the funnel,&lt;br /&gt;As I strive along the tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;I recall faint memories of being here once,&lt;br /&gt;Only this time it was no longer for solace,&lt;br /&gt;But mere chance of victory,&lt;br /&gt;To grant me the joy that I deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many doubts and fears I carry with me,&lt;br /&gt;It is the only path to lead me home,&lt;br /&gt;You have taken everything I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Though I pleaded for mery you never granted,&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart sore,&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the remedy for the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me not and you shall never,&lt;br /&gt;For I was the fool and you were the clever,&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the presence of others,&lt;br /&gt;They warmed me up when you snatched my covers,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be the sculptor of my life,&lt;br /&gt;For I am no longer your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready now,&lt;br /&gt;To allow this bitterness to depart from my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Because the stench is getting rather foul,&lt;br /&gt;I want my life back,&lt;br /&gt;May you bless me back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2649410318593583613?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2649410318593583613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2649410318593583613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2649410318593583613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html' title='The journey'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-8100922805751526798</id><published>2009-01-09T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:21:45.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Tradition</title><content type='html'>Today, D told me that they are planning to have the camp as a tradition from now on. I'm really touched. Never will I forget the reasons for returning, for going through that hassle. There were so man reasons to begin with. I recovered from my misery because of the help of those few who were in the committee, and it was something I could do in return. Secondly, I abused my powers when I was the president, it was time to fix it. As for J, I left him hanging for 8 months and I was responsible for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard news G left them. When I tried to get out of the pain from G, I chose to haunt him. Haunt him till I'm over myself for him. I chose to serve God and pray for him despite how much I was hurt. Look at me now, I am truly happy. He, he's just another chapter that I'm done with. And its a moment where I knew that my friends and family would stick up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanna make it a tradition, my prayers would be with them. Now, I live a life knowing how it hurt to be disappointed and abused by someone whom was once yours, instead of allowing it to pull me down, I want to make use of this experience and care for those who needed to be cared for. Why? Because you guys were there for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a tradition for all of us, spread the love, spread the care, spread the comfort, cos you can help avoid spilling blood. I've been there, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-8100922805751526798?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/8100922805751526798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/tradition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8100922805751526798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/8100922805751526798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/tradition.html' title='Tradition'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-706000389010081581</id><published>2009-01-07T17:57:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:25:01.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidz Explosion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSFOH5cMoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/K6mm_7hLJK4/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288498340124439170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSFOH5cMoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/K6mm_7hLJK4/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the Kidz Explosion, a Christmas programme held by Jonathan's church on the 23rd of December in which I signed up to help like two months before..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? Like sesame street... by the way, the one at the most bottom ain't a puppet, just so you know. Hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSFOH5cMoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/K6mm_7hLJK4/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSFHavBRJI/AAAAAAAAAps/rT02_GfsIIk/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288498224921920658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSFHavBRJI/AAAAAAAAAps/rT02_GfsIIk/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? Kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSE0OHtZeI/AAAAAAAAApk/Yw-Fbwxxf6I/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288497895118300642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSE0OHtZeI/AAAAAAAAApk/Yw-Fbwxxf6I/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids again!! They even took over worship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSEl2dMMZI/AAAAAAAAApc/aBqlluL3SwQ/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288497648247779730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSEl2dMMZI/AAAAAAAAApc/aBqlluL3SwQ/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cute little handsome drummer... eee he makes my heart beat in rhythm *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, I always say I hate kids, but aren't they adorable?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait......those are just the nice pics..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSEI0UClOI/AAAAAAAAApU/W_09MswYGwE/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288497149456323810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSEI0UClOI/AAAAAAAAApU/W_09MswYGwE/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two situations here. One big kid who wants to big a kid still ( the kneeling down one) hehe&lt;br /&gt;The big guy back there being bullied by the younger one...kids nowadays.. mengganas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSEBHQWnNI/AAAAAAAAApM/eI2X2SARDsQ/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288497017102179538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSEBHQWnNI/AAAAAAAAApM/eI2X2SARDsQ/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cowboy carol for christmas? Yeeeeeehaaa!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSDwtrqIGI/AAAAAAAAApE/L-8e4TJ7VH4/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288496735359475810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSDwtrqIGI/AAAAAAAAApE/L-8e4TJ7VH4/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, our handsome prince, the MC of the day!! pfffttt!!(must give him credit lah rite? he's got higher chances of reading my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSC_PRo-hI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Qw3oqBlatFU/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288495885383694866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSC_PRo-hI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Qw3oqBlatFU/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See these two mascots? Jonathan nearly tricked me into being the female one. You bad bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are so cuteeeeeeeeeee..... they let out alot of air during the party...if you know what I mean. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSCgaheZKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/yu0pIUJ4QPs/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288495355826955426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSCgaheZKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/yu0pIUJ4QPs/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the pastor groovin babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSCR1Q19SI/AAAAAAAAAos/Sm5a0S4gLII/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288495105306916130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSCR1Q19SI/AAAAAAAAAos/Sm5a0S4gLII/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh no! The youths are taking over...they can't take it knowing their old anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSB1mFW8tI/AAAAAAAAAok/Nu0zFo1rtKU/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288494620195877586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSB1mFW8tI/AAAAAAAAAok/Nu0zFo1rtKU/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woah........I thought Jon wouldn't wanna groove. woohoo... check them all out wriggling eh? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSBc3IImYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/X4c0OBoCl_Y/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288494195274193282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSBc3IImYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/X4c0OBoCl_Y/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pastor decided to get off his chair and join in too...too bad I had to snap this pics..else I'd be one of those "pairs" out there XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSAmrBHt8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/00VY8GPmrJA/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288493264310613954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSAmrBHt8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/00VY8GPmrJA/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big kid --- Rodger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSAb9QoOiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/YhQ0_qRyV3E/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288493080228936226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSAb9QoOiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/YhQ0_qRyV3E/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanna quote me pulak.. instead of saying "say wha" he said......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to hand lady!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR_-cknG1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/lTHloDuSbo0/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288492573238172498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR_-cknG1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/lTHloDuSbo0/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course food was one of the agenda in which J came in time rather conveniently after his youth service in TOW...and enjoyed the meal while I rested to recharge my batteries...as in 'my' batteries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR_vGryzDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NFYInVHxB3M/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288492309664681010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR_vGryzDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NFYInVHxB3M/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR_TU6wObI/AAAAAAAAAn0/zrveOrkzGXE/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288491832449186226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR_TU6wObI/AAAAAAAAAn0/zrveOrkzGXE/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang!! My picture with them is in Uncle P's camera lah...sigh!&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-706000389010081581?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/706000389010081581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/kidz-explosion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/706000389010081581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/706000389010081581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2009/01/kidz-explosion.html' title='Kidz Explosion'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWSFOH5cMoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/K6mm_7hLJK4/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-3456822614175963202</id><published>2008-12-31T00:06:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:12:49.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR4tv533VI/AAAAAAAAAns/au7rLFkbaTc/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288484589788454226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 195px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR4tv533VI/AAAAAAAAAns/au7rLFkbaTc/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well......it was the holidays.... so for a kick start, my girlfriends ---- MANDY AND XIN YI. (yep, Mandy, I'm announcing your names out loud!) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh right... we the girls, la femme... muah... *winks* HAHAHAHA headed off to Port Dickson, Glory Beach Resort for an evening. J hung out with us too, sometimes I wondered if he had fun on this day 'cos he was the only boy. But it was fun for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR4Ps-8cqI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RNjOMgy6Izc/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288484073608344226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR4Ps-8cqI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RNjOMgy6Izc/s320/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance of the "glory" beach...still standing huh? Wait till we bombard it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR3uvdn45I/AAAAAAAAAnc/h0HJTDn_olw/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288483507338208146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR3uvdn45I/AAAAAAAAAnc/h0HJTDn_olw/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you'd think we'd be so mean and just have ONE boy on our outing without supervision? Wakakakakakaakka!! My dear mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR3gDigLoI/AAAAAAAAAnU/CKXkbHDnw9I/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288483255029345922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR3gDigLoI/AAAAAAAAAnU/CKXkbHDnw9I/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, ladies, my car's sexy. Live with it :P (kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mandy was trying to emphasis the dirt on my car instead :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR3MO6pH9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/gf6w3a4-0JY/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288482914486001618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR3MO6pH9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/gf6w3a4-0JY/s320/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, charlie's angels come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gosh i'm so sweattttttttt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR21cnIiyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/mCXpJYRYCQw/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288482523025279778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR21cnIiyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/mCXpJYRYCQw/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, xin yi and I was standing there to plot some payback pranks on ahem....you know who...the only XY. HAHAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else did we do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR2ngNxOaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VzMggob8RPY/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288482283474467234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR2ngNxOaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VzMggob8RPY/s320/DSC01032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there it was! Payback!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee.......though I must say, Xin yi wasn't helping much on the victim, she was torturing me instead. heheheeheh&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR2OARHhpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4Y6z1nVebx0/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288481845401847442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR2OARHhpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4Y6z1nVebx0/s320/DSC01037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided that J needed baptism and of course I was the only "eligible" one to carry out this ceremony. LOL!!&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1_C5wjII/AAAAAAAAAms/SUmfrZ6AYzg/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288481588411141250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1_C5wjII/AAAAAAAAAms/SUmfrZ6AYzg/s320/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah......he ran away, typical him. But did you have to run in such a Bollywood drama way? People think otherwise you know??!!!&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1m0DA1oI/AAAAAAAAAmk/yUHYumsYtGI/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288481172106565250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1m0DA1oI/AAAAAAAAAmk/yUHYumsYtGI/s320/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She decides to pose part time since they were hiring.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is great! She can be vain.............. HAHAHAHAHA.....i love you chic!&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1XQKdm3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/h0vdLXRLLTM/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288480904776096626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1XQKdm3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/h0vdLXRLLTM/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah.... though they were not hiring, she insists on creating a job position on her own...&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1KfKJhRI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LcHcINldEj0/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288480685463012626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR1KfKJhRI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LcHcINldEj0/s320/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not five but I just enjoyed doing that. I made them out of the trash bin in my car! heeh&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR0rZhwLGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/k-vGaGt1Gkc/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288480151375457378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR0rZhwLGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/k-vGaGt1Gkc/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to test on my FIFA kick... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'd let him go at just that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR0GOiViCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WQ9Xh3Y8nYg/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288479512769955874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR0GOiViCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WQ9Xh3Y8nYg/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my laughter ? That's pure happiness in torturing someone.. gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRzkvfI97I/AAAAAAAAAl8/YqHKeDpqE_Q/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478937499367346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRzkvfI97I/AAAAAAAAAl8/YqHKeDpqE_Q/s320/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And X marks the spot and I ain't telling you where was it.. *innocent look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRzC778j0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/TjINLW9Gmn4/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478356725862210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRzC778j0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/TjINLW9Gmn4/s320/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, your butt's dirty dude... clean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRyxE-ZgTI/AAAAAAAAAls/pBEt51Uk1fM/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478049914421554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRyxE-ZgTI/AAAAAAAAAls/pBEt51Uk1fM/s320/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you he was a pervert!! Look at him! Its pure proof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRxZGhP3sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3rlYGShLGe8/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288476538500538050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRxZGhP3sI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3rlYGShLGe8/s320/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, hide your face you fraud!! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRwnpVhcKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/prIhdIFmSLY/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288475688853139618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRwnpVhcKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/prIhdIFmSLY/s320/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged him over with my puppy face (*vomits*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRwR-mhesI/AAAAAAAAAlU/T48MSXj9CKQ/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288475316604467906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRwR-mhesI/AAAAAAAAAlU/T48MSXj9CKQ/s320/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To slap him! *slap* woohoo!! salute me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRuTaQl52I/AAAAAAAAAlM/5fwNKyheBOw/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288473142185289570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWRuTaQl52I/AAAAAAAAAlM/5fwNKyheBOw/s320/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love me, my victory! Hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpKZQKwBOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XsbhJZJ9hzo/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618910369940706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpKZQKwBOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XsbhJZJ9hzo/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah...Mandy and I...just the two of us, we can make it if we try...just the two of us~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask her how she felt...about the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I tell you what she said, Please, allow me to pose a lil... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpKIdrYRlI/AAAAAAAAAk8/oa5gGrUNeKc/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618621938681426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpKIdrYRlI/AAAAAAAAAk8/oa5gGrUNeKc/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xinyi and I.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpJyDotVvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/bEp4Uzot1w4/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618236991035122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpJyDotVvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/bEp4Uzot1w4/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This woman kept teasing me and J...... sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpJB-g-lnI/AAAAAAAAAks/Me-zkksJ_ks/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617410982712946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SVpJB-g-lnI/AAAAAAAAAks/Me-zkksJ_ks/s320/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She made me puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole pond ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-3456822614175963202?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3456822614175963202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/port-dickson-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3456822614175963202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3456822614175963202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/port-dickson-trip.html' title='Port Dickson trip'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/SWR4tv533VI/AAAAAAAAAns/au7rLFkbaTc/s72-c/DSC01061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-402509796633568450</id><published>2008-12-28T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:59:52.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Okay, everyone's been asking me what's up with me blog these two months. I know, its pretty dead right? Sorry, I have been rather busy trying to put my life back in order after my you know what busy schedule towards the second half of this year, hence, I shall try to update my blog as fast as I can before the year 2008 comes to an end. Don't worry, I keep a written journal these days, so nothing is missed out, not forgetting my candid snapping skills is still up and going =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-402509796633568450?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/402509796633568450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/402509796633568450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/402509796633568450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-3165189633020650032</id><published>2008-12-12T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:57:47.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Don't see it</title><content type='html'>You don't care how its like,&lt;br /&gt;Bet you don't even know how its like,&lt;br /&gt;To be treated like trash,&lt;br /&gt;Though you spent all your cash,&lt;br /&gt;Then something new comes up in your life,&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate it as though its your new wife,&lt;br /&gt;Finally I realise,&lt;br /&gt;That you don't treat me the same no matter how you emphasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally changed after HUGE,&lt;br /&gt;But not when I've tried to help after five months,&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy for you,&lt;br /&gt;But it's always about you,&lt;br /&gt;Sizing everyone ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me the only maid,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I feel like a babysitter,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on you,&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on too much a hold,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gathered my wits,&lt;br /&gt;To walk away from you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you still say that I need,&lt;br /&gt;That prayer you boast about,&lt;br /&gt;Damn you human,&lt;br /&gt;Have you not seen the picture yet?&lt;br /&gt;The truth that made me let all I've strived for go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-3165189633020650032?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3165189633020650032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-see-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3165189633020650032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3165189633020650032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-see-it.html' title='Don&apos;t see it'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-4458398083291497861</id><published>2008-12-12T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:24:22.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Well xy, remember you asked me if I felt it worth it after 5 months? Well, I really don't think it is. I'm hurt. I did as I said I would, it's the end of this so-called "training" journey. Am extremely tired of it. The Kidz Explosion party tomorrow, hah, I remembered it so well when he attended Jon's church with me. He promised to help me with the sandwiches and that he'll be free on that very day to attend it. And as usual, he breaks promises like candies. I only told him half of my feelings tonight, I kept the other ugly half, because he's never sensitive enough to understand. I assume and I think I'm right, that everything in my world is nothing to this person. Well, he will always be him, and nothing can change him. Whether he deserves whatever he has or not, I no longer care, because I'm letting everything go. I'm so tired of wanting so much and gaining nothing. 3 loaves of bread for tomorrow, marking three words = It is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture to burn, and I'm terribly confused. I will never know whether I'm doing the right thing after striving so long for something good. But, these four days, it has been a living hell thinking about this friendship and it still is... this person..... will never weigh importance for me as equal as how he weighs other people in his world. No, we're not dating, that's what I've been telling you guys, but I just wished that he'd have cherished a friendship out of all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished but gained nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-4458398083291497861?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/4458398083291497861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4458398083291497861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/4458398083291497861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2960618549282572670</id><published>2008-12-09T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:01:01.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaningful lyrics'/><title type='text'>V'adoro, pupille</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nel Amor Guilio Cesare,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V'adoro, pupille,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saette d'amore;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;le vostre faville&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son grate nel sen&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277697091841469426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ST4liudSq_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/FprvvRaQ918/s320/263217206_31398dfe0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pietose vi brama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;il mesto mio core,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ch'ogn'ora vi chiama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l'amato suo ben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Cleopatra-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2960618549282572670?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2960618549282572670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/vadoro-pupille.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2960618549282572670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2960618549282572670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/vadoro-pupille.html' title='V&apos;adoro, pupille'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/ST4liudSq_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/FprvvRaQ918/s72-c/263217206_31398dfe0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1273740482597840615</id><published>2008-12-09T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:24:53.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>The right moves</title><content type='html'>Well, guess I've been preparing for the biggie on Sunday a little too much. Then when I heard it was cancelled I was pretty disappointed. I mean, it took me a whole load of courage to embrace myself for that walk if you know what I mean. I really wanted that day to determine if I was really okay with myself and facing that part of my depression. Sigh...... not forgetting the Saturday night, was another hectic and confusing outing. Perhaps I've been overly excited with the little gathering and was too exhausted when the big one came at nightfall. Went home with a terrible headache.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, no sleep at all, mere wake all night till the sun rose. I finally drifted off to sleep, missing any church on the contrary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a situation of communication error yet with her again. I seriously hate it when it happens because it seemed nothing but ridicule to me. We know each other fairly well yet we drown ourselves with endless episodes of miscommunication. Sometimes I wish I'd just call her more often and tell her most details myself. But again, I remembered what D said last time, that I'm too clingy sorta thing and that he can't be there all the time. That's when I pulled back on calling her, I didn't want her to be walking out on me too if I bugged her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I have problems in maintaining a friendship what more a relationship. Hah! Alas! Life is nothing but mere trouble for me when it comes to relationships of any sort. I seem to be uncontrollably cranky whenever I'm disappointed... I hate having to be human sometimes. The necessity to do the right moves ........ and then getting into the wrong moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, these holidays have been an entirely long and slow paced one, I had my ample rest but have not been able to fulfill my thoughts of endeavouring stronger friendships. In addition, family relationships is also another obstacle I've yet to encounter. Ah..... another day, another sun, another cloud, another disappointment with no one else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just disappointed I haven found out whats wrong with me yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1273740482597840615?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1273740482597840615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-moves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1273740482597840615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1273740482597840615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-moves.html' title='The right moves'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1335952676839463771</id><published>2008-12-07T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:08:10.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>Loveswept</title><content type='html'>I hate cold nights, they remind me of you too much. The damp weathers we shared...&lt;br /&gt;I read many many novels enough for me to be the next rising author, they all told me the same thing. I'd get hurt then someday when I grow up I'll meet the right one. But will I? I won't know, all I know is that it seems like the end of the world to me whenever I'm not out socializing....not having a stage to act upon as a "normal" girl..... I hate it whenever you're not here with me on such nights. You never will again, but will you give me the key to set myself free to this torment of your haunts though you're never in my world after so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me the other day that I affected your ability to love. You also said you chased after quite a few girls and that every other men would agree with you about me. Well, I wouldn't know who's right and who's wrong. 'Cos to you its just revenge, it always is and always will be. You said everything you had was destroyed because of me, but after all that's done, you broke mine as well...where's the logistics in that? When you went out with those girls, wouldn't it have gone across your mind that I'd be waiting on you faithfully and loving you every moment around the clock whether or not we barely meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll ever know how it hurts and how has it affected a person's life. I won't ever know if I'll be loved properly in the future, because when night falls I fear to even look at myself, you won't understand how that feels.... to actually once belonged to someone else. I wish you'd listened to me when we had a chance to try again. What's the point of knowing that I was telling the truth now when it's all destroyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't know if I'll ever step out of this because of all I know, I keep falling back into this pit. Girlfriends support me as I stumble, but how long would they stick with me and be patient with my pathetic torn life? Why wouldn't you believe me when I told you I was yours alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its no longer the time to question whys.. 'cos I know that from that day forth, whenever I stepped out of the KTM and make my walk to the bus station, the form who once took me in his arms and claimed me his possession will never be waiting at the other end. I prayed alot since, I prayed that I'll get over it, but I see no end of it just yet, the big L, seems to be freaking me out whenever people show me care instead. I guess, I'm just sick of hearing people talk about you, siding how upset you are and how abused you are, because no eyes have seen my part of the story yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1335952676839463771?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1335952676839463771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/loveswept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1335952676839463771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1335952676839463771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/loveswept.html' title='Loveswept'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-1945151840813192011</id><published>2008-12-04T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:00:27.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal passages'/><title type='text'>She will be loved</title><content type='html'>Time flies so quickly, I just couldn't believe my eyes we are now in the twelfth month of the year. Despite the rough edges and winding corners, we are where we are right here right now. Legal babies we are many, shallt not I forget the girlfriends who stood by me through the stormy seas when my journey with a few loved ones left my door. I never really planned a birthday for this someone before, somehow this time, her birthday seemed to be rather a necessity to plan for. Yes, I am rather mischevious and cheeky by nature as we can see with M's birthday this year, but this time, I don't know if I should broaden by actions, but oh what is there to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being eighteen isn't entirely awesome for me really. Turmoil here and there tires me down and sometimes I must admit that I hate to be old. However, I noticed and am sincerely touched by those who will be with me and forever will be in hope, and so, I really pray to God that she will find this little planning an enjoyable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our shoulders heavy with work, responsibilities and commitments, there is little that I know of this special someone and the rest of those who's birthdays have passed. I am trying to know and find out hoping to at least strike a few corrects keeping her happy for this birthday. My birthday party was a blast, but the days that follow was aghast, some experience I'd kill to forget... I want all my buddies birthdays to be happy this year and nothing but jolly with lolly, and lucky she, she will celebrate it with some holly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather anxious and nervous not knowing what's good and what's best. But I just hope that in time as the countdown gets nearer to this little lunch date, she will be rest assured that this is a promise I keep in me that ~~ She will be loved. Allow me to finish by crossing my heart to seal that promise embedded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-1945151840813192011?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/1945151840813192011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-will-be-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1945151840813192011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/1945151840813192011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-will-be-loved.html' title='She will be loved'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-2482331000774181540</id><published>2008-12-04T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:48:21.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>It wasn't that long ago,&lt;br /&gt;That we spoke rather often,&lt;br /&gt;Twas then it was all over,&lt;br /&gt;All opportunities were used up,&lt;br /&gt;Then there was nothing left to be endavoured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once then you're a fool,&lt;br /&gt;But twice, I'm the real fool,&lt;br /&gt;Faced life changing events without you,&lt;br /&gt;Though taken with courage,&lt;br /&gt;I sigh with relief without full satisfaction,&lt;br /&gt;Because I wish I could share it with you,&lt;br /&gt;Till there come a time,&lt;br /&gt;When I cannot any longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty mornings,&lt;br /&gt;Blazing noons,&lt;br /&gt;Wet and damp evenings,&lt;br /&gt;Left me hot and cold,&lt;br /&gt;Shivering and shuddering,&lt;br /&gt;Reading pages through blurry eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops pouring with the rain,&lt;br /&gt;No one would understand the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Enlightens the ambience,&lt;br /&gt;We used to ignore all consequences,&lt;br /&gt;Exploring and improvising without limitations,&lt;br /&gt;When will we restore,&lt;br /&gt;And grant me that secure,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not want to be apart,&lt;br /&gt;For I am stumbling and with a longing heart,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-2482331000774181540?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/2482331000774181540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2482331000774181540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/2482331000774181540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057357468578597210.post-3211677902161566127</id><published>2008-12-04T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:40:16.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Blissful Tongue</title><content type='html'>Alas! The art of hypocracy has been revealed!&lt;br /&gt;The bitterness obtained from the poison of his tongue,&lt;br /&gt;As he puts his evil vision into words,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! A disgrace to mankind,&lt;br /&gt;A young boy, a chap yet to see the world,&lt;br /&gt;So sadly, he has become the potion of Romeo and Juliet,&lt;br /&gt;Causing nothing but mere pain and scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repent a lesson I shallt not dare teach,&lt;br /&gt;For the words that speaketh through one's lips,&lt;br /&gt;Should bear the fruit of that tree,&lt;br /&gt;A lesson simple yet so difficult to follow,&lt;br /&gt;Leading many to a road all so narrow,&lt;br /&gt;The wrong road taken by this young fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;Twice we voiced our disapproval,&lt;br /&gt;Thrice he entered his own deathbed,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing that one bit of treasure we all must have,&lt;br /&gt;Dignity,&lt;br /&gt;Integrity,&lt;br /&gt;Morality,&lt;br /&gt;He shall never have till this day forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tongue is so useful yet so blissful,&lt;br /&gt;May we all watch our prima donna-itis self,&lt;br /&gt;That we do not hurt others,&lt;br /&gt;A lesson I yet to master myself,&lt;br /&gt;But may this version of the accult Casanova be extinguished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057357468578597210-3211677902161566127?l=maineyscreed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/feeds/3211677902161566127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/blissful-tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3211677902161566127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057357468578597210/posts/default/3211677902161566127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maineyscreed.blogspot.com/2008/12/blissful-tongue.html' title='Blissful Tongue'/><author><name>Vaga Luna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01302789480112239645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxEO21ePnLk/Sx6OpahU5iI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Jr_Scgk6LEc/S220/Image114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
