<?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-15280912</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:56:21.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-5488966312286091319?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5488966312286091319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=5488966312286091319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/5488966312286091319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/5488966312286091319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/epilogue.html' title='epilogue'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-3821099269082610040</id><published>2007-01-20T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:24:31.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chandlier skies</title><content type='html'>i don't feel like ever blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll change my mind tomorrow, nextweek, never.&lt;br /&gt;i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because, I can see us holding hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking on the beach our toes in the sand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see us in the country side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting in the grass laying side by side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can be my baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-3821099269082610040?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3821099269082610040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=3821099269082610040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/3821099269082610040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/3821099269082610040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/chandlier-skies.html' title='chandlier skies'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-3970361173374872838</id><published>2007-01-19T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:28:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bemuse</title><content type='html'>i am a boxing champion!&lt;br /&gt;the only reason others won was due to sheer leprechaun luck!&lt;br /&gt;and air punching in front of a telly&lt;br /&gt;was the best workout i've had in a really long time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i am a serious walking accident.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry bestfriend! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the city's always more beautiful at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that insanity keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like an echo pedal, you're repeating yourself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know it all by heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are you standing in one place? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born to blossom, bloom to perish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-3970361173374872838?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3970361173374872838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=3970361173374872838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/3970361173374872838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can make days while you make alphabets!&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE YOU AH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-3635796241716576600?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3635796241716576600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=3635796241716576600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/3635796241716576600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/3635796241716576600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/down-for-while.html' title='down for a while'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-9153775612324971344</id><published>2007-01-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:07:32.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDvfytSbIXU/Razo1HgbEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Qk8sxKEFH4/s1600-h/normal_10%7E5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020643683857010706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDvfytSbIXU/Razo1HgbEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Qk8sxKEFH4/s320/normal_10%257E5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is by far, my favourite picture of wentworth aka wenty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's something about his gaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear he's looking back at me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah lao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i had a son who was born looking so gorgeously god-like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would name him a nicer name then wentworth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty miller boy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need a heartdrop &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;orangebowl is the only stall that serves food that taste the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;food glorious food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall go and watch PB1 again with my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos its far better than sitting by the computer and sulking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least in the black box, there's dear old wenty to ease my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one can find the rewind button, girl.&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/15280912-9153775612324971344?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9153775612324971344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=9153775612324971344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/9153775612324971344'/><link 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throat hurts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i really look forward to sundays&lt;br /&gt;cos of the new updates at post secrets.&lt;br /&gt;it's like reading them, even just once.&lt;br /&gt;makes life a little more interesting maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight shirts for eighty dollars!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needed : one heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the late nights, alcohol and pms is causing me to break out /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her lover was a sailor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She went and she waited there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The door locked from the outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lover never arrived so she sings there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft as a siren luring the ships off their course, how alarming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-6579695821847900581?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6579695821847900581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=6579695821847900581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/6579695821847900581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/6579695821847900581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/blink-gape.html' title='blink gape'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-2908598203793496690</id><published>2007-01-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:26:11.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses by the stairs</title><content type='html'>guess what i found in classifieds!&lt;br /&gt;looking for :&lt;br /&gt;young, pleasant and SEX-looking waitresses&lt;br /&gt;for an indian pub.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHS.&lt;br /&gt;sex looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad my scanner isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it would stop raining.&lt;br /&gt;STOP STOP STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to show any emotion&lt;br /&gt;or even express what i feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to dictionarydotcom&lt;br /&gt;the word of the day is incarnadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been walking these streets at night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just trying to get it right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard to see with so many around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I don't like being stuck in a crowd &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the streets don't change but maybe the name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ain't got time for the game'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-2908598203793496690?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2908598203793496690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=2908598203793496690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm and understated, you struggle to express your love with words.&lt;br /&gt;Over time, your partner learns to recognize your passion by the actions you take.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at wooing someone slowly, without them even realizing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 7th, 16th, and 25th of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job. BADLY! ):&lt;br /&gt;OKAY HIRE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me, may i know where the louis?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should all start wishing upon raindrops&lt;br /&gt;then we'll have plenty of wishes to spare! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put your head against my life&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear&lt;br /&gt;A million words just trying to make&lt;br /&gt;The love song of the year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-1704247213726405843?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1704247213726405843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=1704247213726405843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/1704247213726405843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/1704247213726405843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/those-three-words.html' title='those three words'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-2288452179753475514</id><published>2007-01-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:40:54.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great wall of china</title><content type='html'>step one is in place.&lt;br /&gt;even if it is temporary (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad to have finally pinpointed the problem&lt;br /&gt;its a great relief&lt;br /&gt;at least i know which way i'm headed&lt;br /&gt;rather than just stumbling around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-2288452179753475514?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2288452179753475514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=2288452179753475514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/2288452179753475514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/2288452179753475514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-wall-of-china.html' title='great wall of china'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-6081547332461298715</id><published>2007-01-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:54:36.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stagnant</title><content type='html'>the uncertainty surrounding every tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;just depresses me even if it could have been a good today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly reliant on external joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note&lt;br /&gt;today was a first!&lt;br /&gt;my dog finally got coaxed into sitting in the car&lt;br /&gt;and he was so funny about it :D&lt;br /&gt;everybody should get pets!&lt;br /&gt;cos at the end of a bad day&lt;br /&gt;they just make things a little, if not a lot brighter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where, where are the stars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one that we used to call ours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't imagine it now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We used to laugh till we fell down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The secrets we had, are now in the past &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From something to nothing, tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-6081547332461298715?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-2921570768598855476</id><published>2007-01-07T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:35:34.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel in the centrefold</title><content type='html'>my mum specifically said that i looked like,&lt;br /&gt;of all the animals in the entire animal kingdom&lt;br /&gt;a TADPOLE in my new dress ):&lt;br /&gt;pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;i do not see any resemblance at all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lack creativity ):&lt;br /&gt;after like pondering at the jewelry making shop for twenty minutes&lt;br /&gt;all i picked up to work on only resulted in a pair of ear studs&lt;br /&gt;but they're cutee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did anyone know that pink sang bananas in pyjamas song?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's win or lose not how you play the game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the road to darkness has a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of always knowing my name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-2921570768598855476?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2921570768598855476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=2921570768598855476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/2921570768598855476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/2921570768598855476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/angel-in-centrefold.html' title='angel in the centrefold'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-8575345335268968002</id><published>2007-01-06T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:51:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maneater</title><content type='html'>so what's that point of saying hi&lt;br /&gt;if that's all you're gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;br /&gt;after walking a half circle of good days&lt;br /&gt;i start to question all of these again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this terrible knot in my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;URGHHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my knees, I'll ask &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last chance for one last dance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of Hell to hold your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-8575345335268968002?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8575345335268968002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=8575345335268968002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/8575345335268968002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/8575345335268968002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2007/01/maneater.html' title='maneater'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116793039961335236</id><published>2007-01-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:06:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lipservice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/1600/304818/lipservice%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/176598/lipservice%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought;&lt;br /&gt;if you had to which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got diseased left hand nails&lt;br /&gt;red, black and a toothpick does not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ironic that i tell others to not swing between extremes&lt;br /&gt;while being guilty of it myself&lt;br /&gt;so how do you balance out the extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if everyone points their finger at someone who's "worse"&lt;br /&gt;who is the worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would've guessed I'd have learned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To let the walls around me burn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light up the hillside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My words, I ate them for so long and nothing changed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was just the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116793039961335236?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116783326879284367</id><published>2007-01-03T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:07:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these scars run so deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/1600/568953/shoes_lg_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/361236/shoes_lg_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i think this is damn pretty&lt;br /&gt;wanxin : it's quite nice but it is literally quite bu san bu si!(not three not four)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes, if i could have one wish pretty pretty please&lt;br /&gt;let me walk all night in such lovely stilts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did we lose our way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard to remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that we shared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we both have separate lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From lovers to strangers, now alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no one catching my fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one to hear my call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like I never loved you at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you're so far away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I see our star is fading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One too many times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess it just got tired of waiting around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116783326879284367?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116763665343871649</id><published>2007-01-01T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:42:22.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly doll</title><content type='html'>and sitting by the waterfront&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the nonexistent sunrise&lt;br /&gt;plus good company (:&lt;br /&gt;and having mindless but settling conversations&lt;br /&gt;just makes a pretty round up to 2006&lt;br /&gt;and marks the start of a good year, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was filled to the brim with extremes of good and bad&lt;br /&gt;but regardless of whatever&lt;br /&gt;i'm determined to make it the end of all bad things&lt;br /&gt;and start of all the goood (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;- get a new life, new priorities&lt;br /&gt;- independence beckons&lt;br /&gt;- no more of constants&lt;br /&gt;- build upon everything good and make them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday jan (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's an ordinary miracle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The kind you find around you every single day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or maybe it's just seasonal like spring and May.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're so many.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116763665343871649?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116763665343871649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116763665343871649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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detest being a constant in this rush&lt;br /&gt;because the thing about constants&lt;br /&gt;is that on top of the stability and comfort it offers&lt;br /&gt;there's the unappreciated and taken for granted parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte's web was lighthearted and cheery&lt;br /&gt;and the pig was mega cute&lt;br /&gt;plus the girl and the boy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//&lt;br /&gt;girlnextdoor&lt;br /&gt;i demand you come back now and make me sane ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way too long I've tried to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what I could never be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For too long you've rolled the dice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you can't control me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ain't talking 'bout romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you may fiddle I may dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway it's just a game we play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116739474939329544?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116739474939329544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116739474939329544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116739474939329544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116739474939329544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-pig.html' title='some pig'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116731890292226545</id><published>2006-12-28T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:15:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raindrops on roses</title><content type='html'>it's terribly cold.&lt;br /&gt;i say brrr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to reconsider and rethink my life&lt;br /&gt;to set it straight on this winding path&lt;br /&gt;before the twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;take me somewhere i don't wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcron!&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for almost offering me coasters&lt;br /&gt;and for informing me of all the explicitness.&lt;br /&gt;it was then that i realise&lt;br /&gt;how terribly much i miss these not so little people from school&lt;br /&gt;teetwelve ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your head lays down upon this car &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I hate you for what you are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what I have become&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116731890292226545?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116731890292226545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116731890292226545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116731890292226545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116731890292226545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/raindrops-on-roses.html' title='raindrops on roses'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116722569232047684</id><published>2006-12-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:21:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kermit the frog</title><content type='html'>and i'm the foolish tara.&lt;br /&gt;"if you don't change your life, life has a way of changing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there were more words&lt;br /&gt;but not here, not now.&lt;br /&gt;"but we both know that's not the truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You, you got me thinking it'll be alright. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You, you told me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Come and take a look inside." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You believed me in every single lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I, I failed you this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116722569232047684?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116722569232047684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116722569232047684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116722569232047684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116722569232047684'/><link rel='alternate' 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/500549/2006_1226abc0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, christmas is made up of&lt;br /&gt;pre-christmas cooking party&lt;br /&gt;delightful christmas eve lunch&lt;br /&gt;and a christmas day party,&lt;br /&gt;which was a toilet-papered love affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we know the proper uses of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;along with the best earlicking and ponyrides techniques.&lt;br /&gt;and i make the bestest vodka ribena sprite (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering from serious PB withdrawal symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe I'm broken inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you see that there's nothing that I wanna do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But try to make it up to you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it feels like tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116713274919987944?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116713274919987944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116713274919987944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116713274919987944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116713274919987944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/killing-box.html' title='the killing box'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116702256956994138</id><published>2006-12-25T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:56:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleigh ride</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;mrs claus is here to say merry christmas all! :D&lt;br /&gt;on second thought,&lt;br /&gt;i think mrs scofield would do, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;i have terribly unhealthy obsessions (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its a sunny christmas morning,&lt;br /&gt;perfect christmas weather for the sunny island&lt;br /&gt;i hope it doesn't rain later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Frost nipping on your nose, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And folks dressed up like Eskimos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help to make the season bright. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will find it hard to sleep tonight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They know that Santa's on his way; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And every mother's child is going to spy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see if reindeer really know how to fly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so I'm offering this simple phrase, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To kids from one to ninety-two, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although its been said many times, many ways, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very &lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116702256956994138?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116702256956994138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116702256956994138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116702256956994138'/><link rel='self' 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favourite present 'cos someone else likes it more&lt;br /&gt;- laughing at each other's clothes&lt;br /&gt;- ta-paoing all the left over food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for the love girls (:&lt;br /&gt;and we didnt even take a single photo&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes even a photo is inadequate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i want for christmas, is michael scofield (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you can take my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause when you showed me myself I became someone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116688880485517108?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116688880485517108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>scofield!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/1600/838628/msara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/931031/msara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a jealous woman. But I'm a careful one.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, when I'm around you, I'm not careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my mum is addicted to prison break (:&lt;br /&gt;and wentworth miller is the epitome of yummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116672118325200095?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116672118325200095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116672118325200095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116672118325200095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116672118325200095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/scofield.html' title='scofield!'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116662546351178519</id><published>2006-12-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:37:43.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weed</title><content type='html'>and bit by bit everything that mattered just chips away&lt;br /&gt;which is why i'm swearing by my new motto&lt;br /&gt;time is best spent alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think today is my last day of employment&lt;br /&gt;looking for new job again.&lt;br /&gt;girl was adorable today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i want for christmas this year&lt;br /&gt;is exactly what i wished for last year&lt;br /&gt;it does not feel like christmas at all&lt;br /&gt;NOT AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will do one of two things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will admit to everything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116662546351178519?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116662546351178519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116662546351178519' title='0 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monsoon ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withdraw into the dark damp corner&lt;br /&gt;that everyone avoids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;but then i realise i don't really care&lt;br /&gt;this is just life happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i promised, i'm slow walking off the carousel&lt;br /&gt;it's like finally getting onto a delayed flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a cheery long day, and i'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;working the morning class tomorrow, FUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;daisy duck in the foyer with the marinerer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could tell a million lies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it would come as no surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the truth is like a stranger, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hits you right between the eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116627867698052230</id><published>2006-12-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:41:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long and painful fight</title><content type='html'>The turtle said, " i have eaten your tears, and this is why i know your misery.&lt;br /&gt;But i must warn you.&lt;br /&gt;If you cry, your life will always be sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen the turtle opened his beak and out poured five, six, seven pearly eggs.&lt;br /&gt;The eggs broke open and from them emerged seven birds,&lt;br /&gt;who immediately began to chatter and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from their snow-white bellies and pretty voices&lt;br /&gt;that they were magpies, birds of joy.&lt;br /&gt;These birds bent their beaks to the pond and began to drink greedily.&lt;br /&gt;And when i reached out my hand to capture one,&lt;br /&gt;they all rose up, beat their black wings on my face&lt;br /&gt;and flew into the air, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you see," said the turtle, drifting back into the pond,&lt;br /&gt;"Why it is useless to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your tears do not wash away your sorrows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They feed someone else's joy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- joyluck club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams have soundtracks playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;i distinctly singing &lt;em&gt;somebody like you&lt;/em&gt; in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and then climbing down some tree /:&lt;br /&gt;i'm queer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT IN THE TRUCK!&lt;br /&gt;i like the other tucker (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the first shooting star of my life that night&lt;br /&gt;when i least expected it!&lt;br /&gt;and cos it was so unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't quick enough at making a wish ):&lt;br /&gt;so no wish upon a shooting star for me.&lt;br /&gt;plus i caught some rainbow coloured clouds&lt;br /&gt;they looked like a mysterious part of carebear land&lt;br /&gt;cotton candy clouds! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116627867698052230?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116627867698052230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116627867698052230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116627867698052230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116627867698052230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-and-painful-fight.html' title='long and painful fight'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116583136054343529</id><published>2006-12-11T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:02:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely light of morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/1600/975369/2006_1211abc0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/601195/2006_1211abc0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/1600/137472/2006_1211abc0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/96232/2006_1211abc0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom at its sweetest (:&lt;br /&gt;for a record, i don't look like a lobster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye sunny island&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back on sat (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're only taking turns holding this world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's how it's always been &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're older you will understand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then again maybe you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116583136054343529?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116583136054343529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116583136054343529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116583136054343529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116583136054343529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/lonely-light-of-morning.html' title='lonely light of morning'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116567947970210032</id><published>2006-12-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:51:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm all yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/1600/218265/chad12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/531380/chad12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy is mine! (:&lt;br /&gt;you make my heart fluttterrr&lt;br /&gt;like a little butter-&lt;br /&gt;fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesky lil' bugger : do you know what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;me : errr -checks phone, 0315!&lt;br /&gt;pesky lil' bugger: no, it's DONATION TIME!&lt;br /&gt;me: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. pesky lil' bugger would be one of those fellas asking for donations along orchard road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've begun to feel like home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116567947970210032?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116567947970210032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116567947970210032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116567947970210032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116567947970210032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-all-yours.html' title='i&apos;m all yours'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116558832558301308</id><published>2006-12-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:32:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final sentence</title><content type='html'>#1. i want to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;#2. i dreamt of you; it was a NIGHTMARE&lt;br /&gt;#3. i've worked two days, and i'm sick of it already&lt;br /&gt;#4. I AM DYING TO GO SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;#5. ulcer, please fcuking go away.&lt;br /&gt;#6. i'm actually glad that i'm not going&lt;br /&gt;#7. everything is falling back into/out of place&lt;br /&gt;#8. some prata now please&lt;br /&gt;#9. the best part is, i don't really care. &lt;em&gt;not really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. I REALLY WANT TO GO SHOPPING, okay i shall write a shopping list now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST SAW THE NORTH STAR!&lt;br /&gt;okay no big deal, but its so errr SHINY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116558832558301308?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116558832558301308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116558832558301308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116558832558301308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116558832558301308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/final-sentence.html' title='final sentence'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116549877522297856</id><published>2006-12-07T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:39:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faux pas</title><content type='html'>boy wanted to make a happy cookie today!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY HAPPY COOKIE&lt;br /&gt;so cutee (:&lt;br /&gt;elfie; i'm so gonna do it again... YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ulcer is making the right side of my lip/cheek swell ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/373778/DSC01902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/552356/2006_1201abc0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look how much we've grown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You always act so happy when I see you&lt;br /&gt;You smile that way you take my hand and then&lt;br /&gt;Introduce me to your latest lover&lt;br /&gt;That's when I feel the walls start crashing in.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116549877522297856?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116549877522297856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116549877522297856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116549877522297856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116549877522297856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/faux-pas.html' title='faux pas'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116541375303245092</id><published>2006-12-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:02:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love actually ;</title><content type='html'>first day of unwork SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;okay, LOUSY ):&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully tomorrow will be a good first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel pretty cut off from the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;work takes away your social life&lt;br /&gt;gayass dancer questioned about my new found love for long bus rides&lt;br /&gt;somehow, im beginning to appreciate the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;and not having to wait up or slow down for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda addiktive (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/313196/love%2520actually.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There now, steady love, &lt;em&gt;so few come and don't go&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm losing my control, the city spins around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116541375303245092?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116541375303245092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116541375303245092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116541375303245092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116541375303245092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-actually.html' title='love actually ;'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116531335833806371</id><published>2006-12-05T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:10:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond the last bus</title><content type='html'>r1 : the bus is moving so slowly!&lt;br /&gt;r2 : maybe it has the monday blues!&lt;br /&gt;r1 : stares- OMG! i'm wearing monday blue! (points to blue tee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially starting work tmr at SIGLAP wtf.&lt;br /&gt;soon i'll have the kachink kachink to support my high maintence splurges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can be the sinner and I'll be the sin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take what I want and it's easy to see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116531335833806371?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116531335833806371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116531335833806371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/320/571624/prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6022/128/1600/331994/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at first sight or after an awfully long time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who've made cj really really special.&lt;br /&gt;of course, there're still more!&lt;br /&gt;but this is just collage1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116516774177093790?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116516774177093790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116516774177093790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116516774177093790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116516774177093790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116515838925267707</id><published>2006-12-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:06:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers in the desert</title><content type='html'>jump off the carousel with me&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you can see&lt;br /&gt;everything's meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more round and i'm off&lt;br /&gt;wait for me r2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116515838925267707?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116515838925267707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116515838925267707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116515838925267707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116515838925267707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/flowers-in-desert.html' title='flowers in the desert'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116514402744767944</id><published>2006-12-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:07:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be my baby</title><content type='html'>we're a pathetic bunch of losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello r2! i'm r1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;retardeds in saraca walk are lazing around in chairs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r2's slug theory :&lt;br /&gt;every girl who's not a slug has at least one slug&lt;br /&gt;it's just a matter of finding it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of today, i am out of frictional unemployment (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's mine is yours to leave or take &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's mine is yours to make your own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sees herself in her Sunday dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humming simple melodies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's known since she was only three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116514402744767944?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116514402744767944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116514402744767944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116514402744767944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116514402744767944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/12/be-my-baby.html' title='be my baby'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116506465862888354</id><published>2006-12-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:04:18.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i blow kisses</title><content type='html'>haunted by images&lt;br /&gt;plagued by thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had icecream again today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to thailand anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is flying off&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;the people left in town, please ask me out!&lt;br /&gt;this is probably god telling me that i have to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan b; be a good snail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's disregard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find another friend and you discard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116497695368592588</id><published>2006-12-01T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:49:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masquerade ;</title><content type='html'>prom was completly unrelated to its theme&lt;br /&gt;but pretty fun nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;photos photos photos&lt;br /&gt;okay that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of masquerade&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it when people have such thick masks&lt;br /&gt;that conceal every strand of their true self&lt;br /&gt;that makes living quite pointless isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, who's the person behind the mask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put on your dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;and dance till your sorrows disappear&lt;br /&gt;cos in the dim flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;with the music vibrating in your ear drums&lt;br /&gt;and blending with your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;the world seems a little brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je suis si intelligent!&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i'm not much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your head lays down upon this car &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I hate you for what you are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what I have become &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fire burns within your lungs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So light yourself another smoke &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And recreate what you call home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116497695368592588?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116497695368592588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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black</title><content type='html'>i've got the loveliest heels ever&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to go for prom.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I SOUND LIKE AN AIRHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;but okay lah, they're really lovely&lt;br /&gt;and i love them alot ( sounds so chesssy )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing sexy BLACK (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116472859349709299?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116472859349709299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116472859349709299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116472859349709299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/jepenganeos2611062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/jepenganeos2611062.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neoprints are a complete waste of money&lt;br /&gt;but we enjoy them anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;girl's day out = sore feet, shophopping and wild moments!&lt;br /&gt;it's been &lt;strong&gt;awfully &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;terribly&lt;/em&gt; long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped this from catalog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;one angry beaver's guide to playing fair &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 never ever backstab a friend. always wait till you've gotten all your CDs back&lt;br /&gt;#2 always pick on someone your own size. physically handicapped people count&lt;br /&gt;#3 never stoop to your enemy's level. it's bad for your back&lt;br /&gt;#4 always take the high road. you'll have a better aim from there&lt;br /&gt;#5 &lt;strong&gt;never lie. the truth hurts much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 &lt;strong&gt;cheating is wrong. finding a loophole is genius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 sticks and stones may break their bones, but mindgames awlays fcuk them&lt;br /&gt;#8 &lt;strong&gt;there's a thin line between love and hate. always pick opponents who can't tell the difference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 always keep your conscience clear. they have medication for this sort of thing&lt;br /&gt;#10 &lt;strong&gt;what goes around comes around. remember to duck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;libing's idea of emo :&lt;br /&gt;wear the BOSTON shirt from fox&lt;br /&gt;(it's black, with the shape of boston and words BOSTON)&lt;br /&gt;and sing boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realisation will only make the recovery quicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go on and pull me under&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cover me with dreams, yeah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love me mouth to mouth now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I can't resist &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116470309138042473?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116470309138042473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116470309138042473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116470309138042473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116470309138042473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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keeping me up&lt;br /&gt;it's like feeling sleepy and awake at the same time&lt;br /&gt;groggy alertness, so forgive the randomness&lt;br /&gt;paradoxical; yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls day out later on!&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard it somewhere&lt;br /&gt;can't remember where.&lt;br /&gt;so cute larrrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world outside leaves me behind by myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no mercy for those who hold on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116448059760271943?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116448059760271943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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york</title><content type='html'>i like my purplee nails (:&lt;br /&gt;DIY manicure beneath a trembling jenga tower&lt;br /&gt;i would say it's a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if it hasn't, it's really not about to happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's depressing how selfish we've all become&lt;br /&gt;who would have ever expected this sort of ending&lt;br /&gt;two words lah, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate to admit this&lt;br /&gt;but maybe everyone else is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such striking similiarities.&lt;br /&gt;tv has its ill effects&lt;br /&gt;maybe its best to stick to reading harrypotter&lt;br /&gt;ALL OVER AGAIN ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For everything I just couldn't do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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supposed to be wine red!&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly annoyed, but it's a pretty maroon so it isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE THE GIRL IN THE RED DRESS! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We keep ourselves a mystery &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we provide, provide the clues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116411768751253806?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116411768751253806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116411768751253806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116411768751253806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116411768751253806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/sticky-situation.html' title='sticky situation'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116399853238623220</id><published>2006-11-20T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:55:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh baby, baby it's a wild world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard to get by just upon a smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby, baby it's a wild world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I always remember you like a child, girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is gloomy ):&lt;br /&gt;i dont like anticipating the rain&lt;br /&gt;there's always a tinge of sadness involved&lt;br /&gt;but when the rain pours&lt;br /&gt;and you're all warm and cozy (:&lt;br /&gt;i roveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, it's been shopping, lunches and dinners&lt;br /&gt;movie-ing and BORED games!&lt;br /&gt;hehhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want someone provocative and talkative &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And from what I've heard with skin you'll win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116399853238623220?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116368313069851502</id><published>2006-11-16T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:36:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 caleb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/df03702.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/df03702.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/df03702.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/DSCF5478_e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/DSCF5478_e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the covenant is hot&lt;br /&gt;cos NAMELESS GUYS (aka tyler)&lt;br /&gt;and calebb :D :D :D make it so worth the money!&lt;br /&gt;i cant find a good shot of caleb ):&lt;br /&gt;blue cotton&lt;br /&gt;pink lace.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you MOE for twelve years of subsidised education&lt;br /&gt;because education is a merit good&lt;br /&gt;and thank you tax payers for supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;as of today, i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you my favourite tehpeng girlnextdoor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lit, history and bio people STAY STRONG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont give in, dont give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost there, you're almost there (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a dead fit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But my wit won't allow it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The inside lingo had me at hello &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we go where the money goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116368313069851502?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116368313069851502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116368313069851502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116368313069851502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116368313069851502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-caleb.html' title='&lt;3 caleb!'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116333090498792185</id><published>2006-11-12T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:38:53.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curse of the curves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/11112006234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/11112006234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i've been doing at home.&lt;br /&gt;racing cars ):&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116333090498792185?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116333090498792185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116333090498792185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116333090498792185'/><link 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think cambridge is pretty serious about bleeding me dry.&lt;br /&gt;they're just about to drain the last ounce of humanity in me&lt;br /&gt;unleash the beast!&lt;br /&gt;- tell tale signs of a nervous breakdown wanna-be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's been so long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking for the right one you line up the world to find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where no questions cross your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But she won't keep on waiting for you without a doubt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much longer for you to sort it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116315967655349357?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116309100478475251</id><published>2006-11-10T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:00:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photobooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/B0293.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/B0293.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/A0074.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/A0074.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bag is so annoyingly adorable! (:&lt;br /&gt;say AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;so cute laaaa&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE MATHS FOR THE REST OF MY EFFING LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;this is a cause for celebration (:&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE NO MORE MATHS!!&lt;br /&gt;i need to play more mindsweeper!&lt;br /&gt;or actually just any games that will take my mind off exams /:&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for letting me win&lt;br /&gt;(unintentionally of course, seeing how im so brilliant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lighting matches for the rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some are candles, some are fuses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acting on my best behavior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switching over every breaker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116309100478475251?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116309100478475251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116309100478475251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116309100478475251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116309100478475251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/photobooth.html' title='photobooth'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116304234323966957</id><published>2006-11-09T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:19:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>familiar stranger</title><content type='html'>two down! ten thousand more to go ):&lt;br /&gt;okay, after today, that's THREE DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;maths paper 2 in another 3 hours!&lt;br /&gt;i cannot emphasise just how much i want A levels to be OVER&lt;br /&gt;it's making me utterly miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like hurricane katrina just blew over my face&lt;br /&gt;fluffy hair, open pores and puffy eyes&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A CAR, A SMALL RED/YELLOW CAR!&lt;br /&gt;I DEMAND THAT YOU BUY ME A CAR HUANGWANXIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116304234323966957?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116304234323966957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116304234323966957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116304234323966957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116304234323966957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/familiar-stranger.html' title='familiar stranger'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116264236459287559</id><published>2006-11-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:12:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one two three four ;</title><content type='html'>reading, or more like oogling some blogs&lt;br /&gt;has left me feeling pretty disgruntled and fat&lt;br /&gt;ugly fart ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its 758, meaning i have 2 minutes to get back&lt;br /&gt;no, get down to work.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that maths is on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;okay i didnt just realise but i just double-realised that!&lt;br /&gt;so that makes maths, geog, maths for next week ):&lt;br /&gt;HOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST :&lt;br /&gt;- read ALL of phy geog tonight&lt;br /&gt;- complete paper 1 nov 03 for the second time&lt;br /&gt;( it's not because im a kiasu worm,&lt;br /&gt;it's simply cos im too stupid to get it the first time round)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brains can only fill up a cup.&lt;br /&gt;and they must be as smooth as a baby's rear end&lt;br /&gt;with no forms of cracks and fractures.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me pretty stupid. HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN, it's night!&lt;br /&gt;choose either one :&lt;br /&gt;1) started on chem - okay, complete it.&lt;br /&gt;2) yet to start on chem - get your fat lazy arse down to chem, or i'll curse you to flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 803, i've wasted three minutes. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116264236459287559?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116264236459287559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116264236459287559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116264236459287559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116264236459287559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-two-three-four.html' title='one two three four ;'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116261556420322124</id><published>2006-11-04T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:47:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/0255-010376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/0255-010376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i cooked my own lunch today!&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT IS SOGGY ):&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to soak the noodles for 7-8 mins&lt;br /&gt;buttt i got distracted by the net and all its wonders&lt;br /&gt;so WHAM! 20 minutes went by.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;hehh, i shall start a soggy noodles trend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe that anything can be done about this now&lt;br /&gt;it's too late, way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was standing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All alone against the world outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were searching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a place to hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116261556420322124?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116261556420322124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116261556420322124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116261556420322124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116261556420322124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/taking-flight.html' title='taking flight'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116247615709817078</id><published>2006-11-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:02:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three's a crowd</title><content type='html'>and i don't know and i honestly don't care&lt;br /&gt;not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it's on days like these that i doubt mankind&lt;br /&gt;for all the things we appear to be&lt;br /&gt;we are actually nothing more than decomposing organic matter&lt;br /&gt;(SOME FAMOUS PERSON SAID THAT! i think)&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but feel the let down&lt;br /&gt;two years, all for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of it disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;skanky with a capital S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's right in a sense that&lt;br /&gt;once you've seen it all, done it all&lt;br /&gt;nothing else comes as a surprise anymore does it?&lt;br /&gt;the most absurb nonsense becomes the norm.&lt;br /&gt;and slowly, we learn not to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't exactly my fault you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp was like fine.&lt;br /&gt;just fine, i dont know how fine is fine&lt;br /&gt;but it's one down (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my enemy's enemy is my friend&lt;br /&gt;EEEYER, BEST FRIEND ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;note the sacarsm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the earth and under the sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much cold and too much rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much heartache to explain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116247615709817078?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116247615709817078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116247615709817078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116247615709817078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116247615709817078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/11/threes-crowd.html' title='three&apos;s a crowd'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116231473084139931</id><published>2006-11-01T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:13:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jai guru deva</title><content type='html'>and the puppet jerks&lt;br /&gt;dancing, prancing upon the stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;and time comes to a standstill&lt;br /&gt;as if to watch the puppet sing its joyful song&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the voices fade&lt;br /&gt;and the puppet falls into deep slumber again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it lived a little, and then died a little again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes&lt;br /&gt;That call me on and on across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116231473084139931?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116231473084139931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116231473084139931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116231473084139931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;NONONONONONONONONONONONO&lt;br /&gt;NONONONONONONONONONONONO&lt;br /&gt;NONONONONONONONONONONONO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116231037646736738?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116231037646736738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116231037646736738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116231037646736738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116231037646736738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/no.html' title='NO!'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116209186498550422</id><published>2006-10-29T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:20:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;four days left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i should be afraid, very afraid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cow girls don't have small heads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start flames to burn out&lt;br /&gt;Start thinking out loud&lt;br /&gt;Give me an ending&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll stop pretending&lt;br /&gt;If we stop pretending, we know where we're heading&lt;br /&gt;'cause I said stop but I'm still spinning&lt;br /&gt;They've said I've lost but I'm still winning&lt;br /&gt;Burn quick and stand still&lt;br /&gt;Speak slow to get though these words I couldn't say to you&lt;br /&gt;I crack concrete falling down for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116209186498550422?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116209186498550422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116209186498550422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116209186498550422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116209186498550422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/wallflower.html' title='wallflower'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116200973438300902</id><published>2006-10-28T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:28:54.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tenderness survives</title><content type='html'>i'm completely capable of wasting an entire evening AND night&lt;br /&gt;by stoning, talking, and talking somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't eat go back grass&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAS!&lt;br /&gt;Qn: who's the king of all the stationery?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: the ruler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ask me if I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I choke on my reply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather hurt you honestly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than mislead you with a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And who am I to judge you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On what you say or do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm only just beginning to see the real you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're sometimes too quick to judge&lt;br /&gt;and then not change our opinions after the judgement sets in&lt;br /&gt;but truth is, who are we to judge others&lt;br /&gt;based on our little knowlege (imperfect knowledge in monopoly!)&lt;br /&gt;what right do we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hesitant prize fighter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still trapped within my youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116200973438300902?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116200973438300902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116200973438300902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116200973438300902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116200973438300902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/tenderness-survives.html' title='tenderness survives'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116188523152165079</id><published>2006-10-27T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T02:02:05.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tongue tied</title><content type='html'>let the past pass us by&lt;br /&gt;spin around in circles&lt;br /&gt;while the clock ticks away&lt;br /&gt;we'll all be okay, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the feeling of laughing till you can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;choking on your own air&lt;br /&gt;and being more happy than you've been in an awfully long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU!&lt;br /&gt;run away with me pretty pretty please&lt;br /&gt;to a far far away place with no boys&lt;br /&gt;and there we'll find our peace (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the temptation of running away&lt;br /&gt;just overwhealms your entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you wanna be happy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the rest of your life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never make a pretty woman your wife,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So from my personal point of view, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get an ugly girl to marry you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pretty woman makes her husband look small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And very often causes his downfall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As soon as he marries her &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then she starts to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things that will break his heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if you make an ugly woman your wife,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be happy for the rest of your life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An ugly woman cooks her meals on time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She'll always give you peace of mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let your friends say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have no taste,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go ahead and marry anyway,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though her face is ugly, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her eyes don't match,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it from me she's a better catch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey baby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw your wife the other day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, she's ugly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, she's ugly but she sure can cook. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah? Okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waahhahahs!&lt;br /&gt;brainwash everyone to think the same!&lt;br /&gt;say NO to stereotyped blonde dolls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116188523152165079?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116188523152165079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116188523152165079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116188523152165079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116188523152165079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/tongue-tied.html' title='tongue tied'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116178576323544752</id><published>2006-10-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:40:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wage your war</title><content type='html'>and the way it appears&lt;br /&gt;it's only natural for anyone&lt;br /&gt;to interpret it the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;please, it's just not what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime that thought flashes in my head&lt;br /&gt;guilt just consumes me&lt;br /&gt;and its not like the intended recipient will ever read this&lt;br /&gt;but sorry anyway&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bitch la, damnnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really should be studying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116178576323544752?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116178576323544752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116178576323544752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116178576323544752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116178576323544752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/wage-your-war.html' title='wage your war'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116171329057043053</id><published>2006-10-25T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:08:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one way street</title><content type='html'>t o c k s ! says:&lt;br /&gt;we're such weird pple&lt;br /&gt;ant ; says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ant ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i think it's normal ?&lt;br /&gt;t o c k s ! says:&lt;br /&gt;we're so weird that it's normal?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ant ;  says:&lt;br /&gt;but the whole point of a comfort zone, is to get comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;this is exactly why i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;for never judging when i want revenge&lt;br /&gt;for listening to me complain about the same things&lt;br /&gt;OVER AND OVER AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;and for being stuck in the same comfort zone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116171329057043053?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116171329057043053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116171329057043053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116171329057043053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116171329057043053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-way-street.html' title='one way street'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116167175740459737</id><published>2006-10-24T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:35:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>straightjacket feeling</title><content type='html'>i just got up at 1&lt;br /&gt;from a fantastic 12.5 hours sleep&lt;br /&gt;12.5 hours HAH! beat that (:&lt;br /&gt;maybe that will decrease the fat hormones&lt;br /&gt;by another errr 15% ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining outside&lt;br /&gt;i like watching the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DELUDED&lt;br /&gt;and even though no one knows&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EMBARRASSED ):&lt;br /&gt;damnn, five hours of joy&lt;br /&gt;and realisation of the blatant truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to run in circles going nowhere fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd take one step forward and a two steps back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couldn't walk a straight line, even if I wanted to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna love somebody, love somebody like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116167175740459737?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116167175740459737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116167175740459737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116167175740459737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116167175740459737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/straightjacket-feeling.html' title='straightjacket feeling'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116160471760001350</id><published>2006-10-23T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:58:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exodus</title><content type='html'>little mermaid is like a form of global propaganda&lt;br /&gt;if there's even such thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;trying to brainwash us to think that we're in the best place that we can be&lt;br /&gt;and that being human makes us very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose its the small things that we overlook&lt;br /&gt;and brush aside that really melt your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in LLB's words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's like finding something pretty in a jar of lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There on the pavement, underneath the yellow moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think of you and just how easily we bruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A folded address in my pocket, I have stopped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to believe for you that the bottom didn't drop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116160471760001350?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116160471760001350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116160471760001350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116160471760001350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116160471760001350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/exodus.html' title='exodus'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116160385420125602</id><published>2006-10-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:44:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>; thank you</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around.&lt;br /&gt;We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.&lt;br /&gt;My angel guide stopped in front of the first section&lt;br /&gt; and said, "This is the Receiving Section.&lt;br /&gt;Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received."&lt;br /&gt;I looked around in this area,&lt;br /&gt;and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions&lt;br /&gt;written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section.&lt;br /&gt;Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed&lt;br /&gt;and delivered to the living persons who asked for them."&lt;br /&gt;I noticed again how busy it was there.&lt;br /&gt;There were many angels working hard at that station,&lt;br /&gt;since so many blessings had been requested&lt;br /&gt;and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at the door of a very small station.&lt;br /&gt;To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the Acknowledgment Section," my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed "How is it that? There's no work going on here?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"So sad," the angel sighed.&lt;br /&gt;"After people receive the blessings that they asked for,&lt;br /&gt;very few send back acknowledgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does one acknowledge God's blessings?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Simple," the angel answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Just say, "Thank you, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;"What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back,&lt;br /&gt;a roof overhead and a place to sleep ...&lt;br /&gt;you are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;br /&gt;"If you have money in the bank, in your wallet,&lt;br /&gt;and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;And if you get this on your own computer,&lt;br /&gt;you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;Also ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you woke up this morning with more health than illness,&lt;br /&gt;you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.&lt;br /&gt;"If you have never experienced the fear in battle,&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness of imprisonment,&lt;br /&gt;the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation,&lt;br /&gt;you are ahead of 700 million people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;"f you can attend a church meeting without the fear of harassment,&lt;br /&gt;arrest, torture or death, you are envied by,&lt;br /&gt;and more blessed than, three billion people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;"If your parents are still alive and still married, you are very rare.&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm,&lt;br /&gt;you are unique to all those in doubt and despair."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116160385420125602?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116160385420125602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116160385420125602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116160385420125602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116160385420125602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you.html' title='; thank you'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116149702864110998</id><published>2006-10-22T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:35:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S RAINING!!!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, SAY NO TO HAZE! :D&lt;br /&gt;everyone's oblivious to the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;it's raining! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116149702864110998?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116149702864110998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116149702864110998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116149702864110998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116149702864110998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-raining-finally-say-no-to-haze-d.html' title=''/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116149429499902235</id><published>2006-10-22T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:18:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wings of emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Because that's what people do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They leap, and hope to God they can fly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because otherwise you just drop like a rock, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering the whole way down, why in the hell did I jump&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i sure hope god has a pair of wings ready for me&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm definitely leaping now&lt;br /&gt;grabbing hold on to chances that will not come by a second time&lt;br /&gt;and giving life my best shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in everyone's life story&lt;br /&gt;there's always this untold chapter&lt;br /&gt;of sad stories and memories&lt;br /&gt;that we try to forget.&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately, we always find our happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a matter of when isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116149429499902235?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116149429499902235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116149429499902235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116149429499902235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116149429499902235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/wings-of-emotion.html' title='wings of emotion'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116143576222958231</id><published>2006-10-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:05:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laws of nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/ant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/bings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/bings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;today i'm grateful for ants and bings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whose little words, make my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/DSC05193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/DSC05193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;my sister's way of expressing her undying devotion for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I built you a home in my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With rotten wood, and it decayed from the start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That a lifetime's not too long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To live as friends&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/15280912-116143576222958231?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116143576222958231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116143576222958231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116143576222958231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116143576222958231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/laws-of-nature.html' title='laws of nature'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116143416460420680</id><published>2006-10-21T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:03:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lips of an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/P1010024.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/P1010024.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/DSCN0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/DSCN0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;replay please;&lt;br /&gt;i need a moment of mindless camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;and mindblowing fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116143416460420680?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116143416460420680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116143416460420680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116143416460420680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116143416460420680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/lips-of-angel.html' title='lips of an angel'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116124904202159694</id><published>2006-10-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:10:42.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of head versus heart</title><content type='html'>im blogging in the school library&lt;br /&gt;when im supposed to be mugging up to 12 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;like RWARR ):&lt;br /&gt;so unproductive bleargghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to remind you today :&lt;br /&gt;don't fall back, move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116117882566704673</id><published>2006-10-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:40:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slander and double speak</title><content type='html'>you don't know what you want till you know what you don't&lt;br /&gt;and i know what i don't&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose that settles it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my progress is only about as fast as a slow moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;i need a breather ):&lt;br /&gt;i feel like taking black and white photos&lt;br /&gt;like photobooth photos!&lt;br /&gt;or top model - the ugly side of modelling sort of shots&lt;br /&gt;imagine a world without colours&lt;br /&gt;so sad, yet so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cup your mouth to compress the sound, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything that I said was true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times I'd like to break you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And drive you to your knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times I'd like to break through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And hold you endlessly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116117882566704673?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116117882566704673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116117882566704673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" natalie, you have a high hormonal level "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" yes, that one also "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one = yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It sounds so sweet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the lips of an angel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116101423832285105</id><published>2006-10-16T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:12:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard habit to break</title><content type='html'>i desperately would love to upload a whole bucket of photos&lt;br /&gt;sadly, blogger refuses to cooperate&lt;br /&gt;i've only managed to upload a max of 2 photos&lt;br /&gt;after like 2935890348 tries&lt;br /&gt;so i give up.&lt;br /&gt;another day, when im free-er&lt;br /&gt;i will make a collage (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please send me photos everyone!&lt;br /&gt;especially the teetwelvers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the way i blog these days,&lt;br /&gt;it's so conversational.&lt;br /&gt;BLEARGHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks till the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;and im trying to give the last lap my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;best shot, and im free for seven months&lt;br /&gt;seems like a pretty good deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;plead the fleeting moment to remain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it in MAN AND WIFE (hwing your book is inspiring lah!)&lt;br /&gt;where it was used to describe photographs.&lt;br /&gt;the act of capturing a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we don't remember days, we remember moments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why everyone's a camwhore these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let him know that you know best &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause after all you do know best &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to slip past his defense &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without granting innocence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things you've told him all along &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And pray to God he hears you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And pray to God he hears you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had I known how to save a life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he begins to raise his voice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive until you lose the road &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will do one of two things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will admit to everything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special mention to the favourite song of the moment&lt;br /&gt;who's offically made it to the top25 most played song (:&lt;br /&gt;i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116101423832285105?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116101423832285105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116101423832285105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116101423832285105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116101423832285105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/hard-habit-to-break.html' title='hard habit to break'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116075256392280298</id><published>2006-10-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:19:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing guest bloggers : &lt;strong&gt;frans and hun&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a sad day! So many friends to keep so little time! = (&lt;br /&gt;why does time pass so fast when u are at the best point of ur life?&lt;br /&gt;So many fond memories to keep which we hope will stay as reality!&lt;br /&gt;Today we graduate and complete another chapter of our life.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say that all the little angels sent to me by God&lt;br /&gt;which i call friends will always be close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all who i have happily spent my two years with.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to u guys and hope we nv forget each other.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo &lt;strong&gt;HUN&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WORLD. As everybody knows, today's an emo day.&lt;br /&gt;It really saddens me to know that the 2 years I've spent in CJ is coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, there were things I wished I didn't do and regretted doing.&lt;br /&gt;But what's done is done, and there's no point in regretting and so life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to anyone I've offended!&lt;br /&gt;I think happiness is, most of the time, a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;and you choose whether you want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;So, for now at least, let's talk about HAPPY EVENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you have already known,&lt;br /&gt;because of the public announcement made,&lt;br /&gt;today was also MARK P.'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;The earlier part of the day was spent giving Mark what he deserves;&lt;br /&gt;a beating, make-up and cake on his face.&lt;br /&gt;Details can be SEEN in the many pictures and videos taken during this ritual.&lt;br /&gt;ASK ME FOR PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;The later part of the day was spent surprising Mark at his house.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that it was a success and I really hope he liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years and running buddy, not gonna let you off that easy know.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed your special day today.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, made special by your special friends.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MARK P!&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-SNARF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i really will miss cj.&lt;br /&gt;more of the people rather than the school itself&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, noodle king and memorable memories (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;i've found some of the most special little people in cj&lt;br /&gt;we may go our seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;but like scars, these memories and people will always be there&lt;br /&gt;and there's this special place in my heart reserved for them&lt;br /&gt;lovely people (:&lt;br /&gt;im very blessed indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's never easy to find friends&lt;br /&gt;that you're completely comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;in a way that you dont hold back any thoughts or feelings&lt;br /&gt;such that you can just sit together without saying anything&lt;br /&gt;and yet feeling completely at ease.&lt;br /&gt;when a simple smile speaks endless words.&lt;br /&gt;and in two years, i've found more than one.&lt;br /&gt;friends that you want to spend your entire life with.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, EMO OVERLOAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow your heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let your love lead through the darkness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to a place you once knew &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe, I believe, I believe In you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116075256392280298?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116066747613835880</id><published>2006-10-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:37:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>footsteps</title><content type='html'>today, we fought for the remnants of the kway teow&lt;br /&gt;we had to split it by four bowls&lt;br /&gt;just so we could all have our last taste of kwayteowdry ):&lt;br /&gt;noodle king (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took two long walks to the grandstand&lt;br /&gt;sat there, and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;the trees look pretty pretty swaying&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the grandstand and the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the routine things we'll miss.&lt;br /&gt;like dropping our bags at the canteen everyday&lt;br /&gt;hello-ing to familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;dashing down to town at six for dinner&lt;br /&gt;and getting back just in time for night study&lt;br /&gt;being early for every single geog lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there wont another last official school day anymore&lt;br /&gt;cj has left me with many new experiences&lt;br /&gt;and even more friends that i hold close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;two years, is just a mere moment in our lives&lt;br /&gt;but it is a treasured moment,&lt;br /&gt;one that we will think back on when society is done screwing us over&lt;br /&gt;we'll think about days when we were younger, and more real.&lt;br /&gt;when we had true friends to bum around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is all a big mistake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of getting any easier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its the hardest thing to take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im addicted to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youre a hard habit to break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=4070104"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116066747613835880?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116066747613835880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116066747613835880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116066747613835880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116066747613835880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/footsteps.html' title='footsteps'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116040808073866666</id><published>2006-10-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:34:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true or false</title><content type='html'>im becoming an introvert&lt;br /&gt;mark :&lt;br /&gt;why now u so boring one&lt;br /&gt;never talk abt anything one&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;last time talk so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now like rag doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing myself little by little&lt;br /&gt;talking is becoming more of a chore&lt;br /&gt;there's just nothing to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i just want everything to be over&lt;br /&gt;and to find myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116040808073866666?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116040808073866666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116040808073866666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116040808073866666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/116040808073866666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-or-false.html' title='true or false'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116040289257765046</id><published>2006-10-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:09:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antecendents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/ferriswheel-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/ferriswheel-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/polaroide/"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/polaroide/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like ferris wheels&lt;br /&gt;they remind me of popcorn, candyfloss&lt;br /&gt;the scent of lingering romance and growing pains in the air&lt;br /&gt;it's like almost being there.&lt;br /&gt;they speak of happy days (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;no time to think back on the past two years&lt;br /&gt;but i certainly enjoyed every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay awake with the sound of my voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm restless from the silence in the air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to be somewhere i can see the roads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a place where everytime you breathe a wish comes true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to be where love is real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and memories of distant days come to life again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116032473629042385</id><published>2006-10-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:27:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/LA7665-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/LA7665-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quoting from my compre&lt;br /&gt;"still the findings are disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;to accept that how we look matters,&lt;br /&gt;when we have so little control over our appearance,&lt;br /&gt;is difficult."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mirror is a product of man's vanity&lt;br /&gt;merely skindeep but&lt;br /&gt;mirrors allow us to skim the surface of our existence&lt;br /&gt;but apparently,the need to perfect our gene pool&lt;br /&gt;has made us the superficial beings that we are today.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe superficiality is inbuilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116032473629042385?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116032473629042385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>slowly our paths diverge&lt;br /&gt;i am sailing like a little boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mooncake day bbq later on&lt;br /&gt;my mum invited like the entire kampong laa.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what mid autumn festival would be like&lt;br /&gt;if we cant even see the full moon&lt;br /&gt;i want to drink beer and get drunk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanna get in my world, get lost in it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy I'm tired of running, lets walk for a minute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my teeth hurt today&lt;br /&gt;especially the molars ):&lt;br /&gt;i think ive got some gum disease&lt;br /&gt;ouchh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the competition was never fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the moon hung over soho and I counted 16 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pointed at the brightest one and said now that one's ours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-116005492921850808</id><published>2006-10-05T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:28:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly 'em out to spain</title><content type='html'>i just formulated my after a levels to-do list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- learn how to bake yummylicious deserts (:&lt;br /&gt;- buy pretty pretty charms and make accessories for myself! (and friends)&lt;br /&gt;- make a paper mache piggybank&lt;br /&gt;- dye the ends of my hair dark red (in my imagination, it looks good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this on letterstolovers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight ralf and i went out to chinese food. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the meal was over and we opened our fortune cookies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he read his, then looked up at me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i asked him what it said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he replied, "marry the girl sitting across from you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it really said you have a bright future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is take a chill pill day at home! :D&lt;br /&gt;so im just slacking.&lt;br /&gt;S.L.A.C.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denial is like poisoned wine&lt;br /&gt;you drink in its sweetness&lt;br /&gt;and the lingering aftertaste on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;but before you know it&lt;br /&gt;the poison starts churning in your stomach&lt;br /&gt;and wham, you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, we thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You could be happy and I won't know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you weren't happy the day I watched you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-116005492921850808?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116005492921850808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=116005492921850808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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MAMAA ( translated please )&lt;br /&gt;you always seem to understand, you know how i am.&lt;br /&gt;geog homework ; untouched&lt;br /&gt;i suck at maths&lt;br /&gt;the haze is choking me&lt;br /&gt;i like my weekend wallpaper; it's the one thing that keeps me going&lt;br /&gt;and one by one, they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;little man in my head, quit hammering at the walls&lt;br /&gt;MY HEAD EFFING HURTS&lt;br /&gt;free hugs please&lt;br /&gt;incapable of putting it in words anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when it comes undone, you're left with no one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- man and boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115980282061397285?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115980282061397285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/redstilletos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/redstilletos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;basically, that's how life has been&lt;br /&gt;pools of sorrow and waves of joy.&lt;br /&gt;there's something seductive about red stilettos&lt;br /&gt;sex appeal ; 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115962369645137347?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115954273642210259</id><published>2006-09-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:12:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on to this kite</title><content type='html'>you know, it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;my fuse is so short these days&lt;br /&gt;that i get annoyed so easily&lt;br /&gt;but thank god for the happy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm amused by how bad you are at guessing, but it's like you really understand&lt;br /&gt;2. you make me wanna stick around for good&lt;br /&gt;3. every little word and action just makes my heart swell with joy&lt;br /&gt;4. you're so clumsy its adorable&lt;br /&gt;5. your presence on bad days contradicts your words&lt;br /&gt;6. you're the blank canvas that i paint my feelings on&lt;br /&gt;7. you'll always be there, and i thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could this be done &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your such a smiling sweetheart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and your sweet and pretty face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In such an ugly way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115954273642210259?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115954273642210259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115954273642210259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115954273642210259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115954273642210259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/hold-on-to-this-kite.html' title='hold on to this kite'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115946049061240108</id><published>2006-09-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:22:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caress my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Roses are red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some diamonds are blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chivalry is dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still kinda cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea i survived a day like this one&lt;br /&gt;its 1212pm&lt;br /&gt;finally, happy new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad things come in threes&lt;br /&gt;crummyness crankiness and grumpyness&lt;br /&gt;together in a single day&lt;br /&gt;along with irritating voices&lt;br /&gt;and bitchy fights&lt;br /&gt;all in a tensed atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;i would like to runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a haircut will make all this better&lt;br /&gt;actually all i need now is a satisfying long phone chat&lt;br /&gt;and music blasting in the speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am capable of intellectual nonsense&lt;br /&gt;pants:&lt;br /&gt;i want to forget&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm kinda fine&lt;br /&gt;pantsless:&lt;br /&gt;hahahas forget comes when you forget to think about it lah&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking about forgetting&lt;br /&gt;thinking about forgetting wont help you to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl at the corner bench would like to call the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How come everytime you come around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My London, London bridge, wanna go down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115946049061240108?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115946049061240108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115946049061240108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115946049061240108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115946049061240108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/caress-my-soul.html' title='caress my soul'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115928844405717253</id><published>2006-09-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:34:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vibrant darkness</title><content type='html'>and your words stung like tears on a fresh wound&lt;br /&gt;but you know i'll take them in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose people do change and i'll accept you pointing it out&lt;br /&gt;it might just be a wakeup call&lt;br /&gt;but do know that whatever you claimed it to be&lt;br /&gt;is not something i delibrately put myself through&lt;br /&gt;i somewhat appreciate this though&lt;br /&gt;it's never easy to tell the painful truth to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tension's on high alert! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palm tree costs $12.60&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;just stop singing that song please.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so sadly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stand in line for days and nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making up for lost time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115928844405717253?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115928844405717253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115928844405717253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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friend&lt;br /&gt;err actually, it is me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've accomplished my personal mission impossible&lt;br /&gt;i read a slash fic and actually enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;too sweet, SUGAR OVERLOAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some words just tug at your heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;and refuse to let go&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i should laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;somehow im beginning to understand the turmoil that draco must have felt&lt;br /&gt;torn between lovers and enemies, YEOWCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to know about the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something the heart must have to cherish,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must love and joy and sorrow learn;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something with passion clasp, or perish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in itself to ashes burn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115910984193928165</id><published>2006-09-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:13:53.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>demented</title><content type='html'>shoutout to ELFIE :&lt;br /&gt;you have more than my heart too.&lt;br /&gt;im not there enough&lt;br /&gt;but you know, happiness is just a phonecall away! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holland v (:&lt;br /&gt;i love icecream and waffles&lt;br /&gt;and i want to play more JI KO PAH!&lt;br /&gt;im deprived of childhood games ):&lt;br /&gt;i suppose the best part of getting high&lt;br /&gt;is that you can do whatever you want to without being plagued by a sense of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;singing at the top of our lungs at the busstop&lt;br /&gt;when the clock ticks past twelve&lt;br /&gt;is just, happying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words just stay jumbled up in my head&lt;br /&gt;desperate to be stringed into sentences&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, they just get increasinly tangled&lt;br /&gt;and the knotted words just begin to occupy more brainspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mj session! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i seriously suck at the game&lt;br /&gt;but ehhh, I SENT OUT WARNINGS!&lt;br /&gt;dont blame me for being a handbrake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is depressing&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday night, 11.07pm&lt;br /&gt;as of tomorrow my life ends.&lt;br /&gt;no more mopping around i shall get started.&lt;br /&gt;i hate regrets, and im not giving myself a chance to regret&lt;br /&gt;i will do well for A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time its done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It'll never feel the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we had some good times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess it's sad just the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115910984193928165?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115910984193928165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115910984193928165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115910984193928165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115910984193928165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/demented.html' title='demented'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115894459668659494</id><published>2006-09-23T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:04:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halfhearted</title><content type='html'>If I surrender to this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all the aches and pains will go&lt;br /&gt;And I can close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Never again to have them open&lt;br /&gt;Until I bleed out all I've been&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be alone no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty fields move me so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than rooms filled up with friends&lt;br /&gt;The way the trees look dead reminds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That there's more to life than living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe giving up's not bad&lt;br /&gt;But part of letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take this razor, sign your name accross my wrist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone will know who left me like this&lt;br /&gt;Sew me up, my scars run deep&lt;br /&gt;A reminder not to forget the times that we've had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo&lt;br /&gt;sadistically&lt;br /&gt;i like this emo song, it's so sadistic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch - so classic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like your emo song&lt;br /&gt;it's schweet&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring you out soon (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115894459668659494?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115894459668659494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115894459668659494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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stupid things&lt;br /&gt;that make me happeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;overproductive shopping spree today and i blew, a lot of money ):&lt;br /&gt;im currently in bop deficit = no more eating and more shopping&lt;br /&gt;OVERPRODUCTIVE ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is a maze&lt;br /&gt;i cant find my way out&lt;br /&gt;it's like living in a daze&lt;br /&gt;yay rhymes&lt;br /&gt;feelings i cant comprehend&lt;br /&gt;forbidden thoughts&lt;br /&gt;it's like the apple tree in the garden of eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FACT :&lt;br /&gt;humans share 98.5% of DNA with chimpanzees&lt;br /&gt;75% with dogs&lt;br /&gt;50% with fruit flies&lt;br /&gt;and 33% daffodils!!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;1/3 of me is made up of daffodils!&lt;br /&gt;so technically its the 1.5% of DNA that makes us humans&lt;br /&gt;and not chimps!&lt;br /&gt;wooolala&lt;br /&gt;this is the knowledge you get from watching excessive teevee&lt;br /&gt;namely discovery channel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a heart that must be free to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That burns with a need to know the reason why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must we all conceal what we think how we feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115894382428263070?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115894382428263070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115894382428263070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115894382428263070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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chillin' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dig out my brains and gorge out my heart&lt;br /&gt;i have full intention of enjoying postprelims&lt;br /&gt;with no traces of guilt and other emotionally downturning feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every moment spent away from her is like the cold blistering winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the sun is waiting for the first flower to bloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that must be the sweetest thing i've heard in an awfully long time&lt;br /&gt;and it's not even scripted&lt;br /&gt;like, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to spend the whole night in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115885484083789605?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115885484083789605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>we are dreaming</title><content type='html'>im attempting to squeeze in as many people as possible&lt;br /&gt;into the postprelims activities&lt;br /&gt;yummy dose of the liquidkitchen last night :D&lt;br /&gt;good company, nice medicine drink /:&lt;br /&gt;and doyouneedhelp plus canihaveamcspicydouble moments&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy works. period.&lt;br /&gt;its the joy of careless splurging that brings about an adrenaline rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im plagued by bouts of depression&lt;br /&gt;postexam depression maybe?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the maybe&lt;br /&gt;how can i be genuinely smiling and feel all knotted up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the tinge of smoke in my clothes, my hair&lt;br /&gt;and IN MY AIR !&lt;br /&gt;HAH it rhymes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through our joy, through our pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can move worlds again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my hand, dance with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115865615101331275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115865615101331275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115865615101331275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115865037102753051</id><published>2006-09-19T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:22:24.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/bambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/bambi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/1600/dumbo02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6022/128/320/dumbo02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;my childhood memories : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115860080719309723</id><published>2006-09-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:33:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destiny</title><content type='html'>more mindless fillups please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have read a book before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ran more than 2 miles without stopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;I have been on some sort of sports team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have watched cartoons for hours before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tripped UP the stairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs&lt;br /&gt;I have been snowboarding/skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have played ping pong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swam in the ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a whale watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have seen fireworks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;I have almost drowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have listened to one cd over &amp; over &amp;amp; over again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had stitch(es)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have stayed up til 6am doing homework/projects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been ice skating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been rollerblading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tripped over my own two feet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been in a fist fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have played videogames/com for more than 3 hours straight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have watched The Power Rangers before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have played truth or dare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have already had my 16th birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have already had my 17th birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've called someone stupid. And i meant it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been in a verbal argument &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've cried in school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played basketball on a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've sung in a choir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've danced in a group&lt;br /&gt;I've done cheerleading on a team&lt;br /&gt;I've swam on a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've climbed a rock wall before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost more than $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've called myself an idiot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've called someone else an idiot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've cried myself to sleep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had (or have) pets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've owned a Spice Girls cd. and or tape&lt;br /&gt;I've owned a Britney Spears cd&lt;br /&gt;I've owned an N*Sync cd&lt;br /&gt;I've owned a Backstreet Boys cd&lt;br /&gt;Ive mooned someone&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn at someone in authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been in the schoolnewspaper/insights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the other side of a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've watched all the Harry Potter movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the 3 Stooges at least once&lt;br /&gt;I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've watched Looney Tunes before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuffed into a locker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been called a geek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've not studied at all for a test and aced it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've met a celebrity / music / TV artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written poetry&lt;br /&gt;I've been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been attracted to someone much older than me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been tickled till I've cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tickled someone else until they cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had / have siblings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to a rock concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been in a play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've cried in front of my friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've freaked out over a sports game&lt;br /&gt;I've vomited in public&lt;br /&gt;I've washed someone elses vomit&lt;br /&gt;I've ran away&lt;br /&gt;Ive had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had a fight with someone on text&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had a fight with someone face-to-face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've forgiven someone who has done something bad to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've personally seen something die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been confronted by a police officer but got away&lt;br /&gt;I've lost someone who meant the world to me&lt;br /&gt;I've had crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;I've been a member of a school office&lt;br /&gt;I've been suspended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being grown up isnt half as fun as growing up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these are the best days of our lives &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only thing that matters is just following your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and eventually you'll finally get it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115860080719309723?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115860080719309723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115860080719309723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115860080719309723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115860080719309723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/destiny.html' title='destiny'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115849066906867431</id><published>2006-09-17T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:57:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cartoon heroes</title><content type='html'>i am devastated!!&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my dearest companion ):&lt;br /&gt;it is GONE&lt;br /&gt;after being hand in hand for the past many many papers&lt;br /&gt;it is now GONE&lt;br /&gt;where is my chewable pen!! ):&lt;br /&gt;with my lion sticker! RWARRR&lt;br /&gt;come home soon blackg2 ):&lt;br /&gt;for those who dont understand why i'm making sucha big fuss over a pen&lt;br /&gt;it is simply due to the fact that i am the sort of person&lt;br /&gt;who uses a single pen for everything&lt;br /&gt;work, DOODLING, writting letters, and CHEWING&lt;br /&gt;sighh, this is one great loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm running circles round my head honestly&lt;br /&gt;physical geog paper tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;im no where near completing anything&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;i happily drew up a shopping list while reading up on tropical soils&lt;br /&gt;BLEARGGHH&lt;br /&gt;that goes to show that i am OHSOWORRIED about my future&lt;br /&gt;to hell with prelims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When everything seems like the movies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115849066906867431?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115849066906867431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115849066906867431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115849066906867431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115849066906867431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/cartoon-heroes.html' title='cartoon heroes'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115833415636888183</id><published>2006-09-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:37:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearthrob</title><content type='html'>i cant decide if maths paper 1 was good or bad&lt;br /&gt;half good half bad&lt;br /&gt;its better to not take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is throbbing&lt;br /&gt;heavy from the workload ):&lt;br /&gt;maths is just BAD for the brains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you like mercy from heaven' gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a freedom in your arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That carries me through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115833415636888183?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115833415636888183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115833415636888183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115833415636888183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115833415636888183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/hearthrob.html' title='hearthrob'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115825300180806408</id><published>2006-09-15T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:56:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rhythms and blues</title><content type='html'>you know i cant remember who said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the only thing that is constant is change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes will always happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose some things are better off unexplained&lt;br /&gt;we will always see our own side of the story&lt;br /&gt;and fail to understand the flip side of the coin&lt;br /&gt;in that way, life is sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths tomorrow, i can't wait to get it over and done with&lt;br /&gt;even if im gonna fail&lt;br /&gt;at least that's another paper down&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to think&lt;br /&gt;slow traffic ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you believe in magic, come along with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll dance until morning 'til there's just you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115825300180806408?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115825300180806408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115825300180806408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115825300180806408'/><link rel='self' 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something i'm not ready for&lt;br /&gt;call me weak, but i need my time&lt;br /&gt;and i will not live in denial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115816353365251863?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115816353365251863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115816353365251863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115816353365251863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115816353365251863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/hows-yer-ma.html' title='how&apos;s yer ma!'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115806379534968110</id><published>2006-09-12T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:38:25.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x marks the spot</title><content type='html'>so i believed that i could deal&lt;br /&gt;and that i would be okay&lt;br /&gt;apparently i overestimated myself&lt;br /&gt;cos i am not okay, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;i made promises that things will be okay&lt;br /&gt;that no friendships will be harmed&lt;br /&gt;and that everything will be the way it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry, that's one promise i feel that i am incapable of keeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i fear that history repeat itself&lt;br /&gt;so fearful that i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;in this jungle where the human hearts dangle on vines&lt;br /&gt;i'm completely lost, bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time heals all wounds,&lt;br /&gt;so it just takes time.&lt;br /&gt;but in the meantime, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;and see, this time it's entirely my own fault&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fucktard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i studied labour market and market failure&lt;br /&gt;from 1030 -530.&lt;br /&gt;thats seven hours, hahh.&lt;br /&gt;two topics, screw econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, this cheered me up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I sit me down to study&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord I won't go nutty&lt;br /&gt;And if I fail to learn this junk&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord that I won't flunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do, don't pity me at all&lt;br /&gt;Just lay my bones down in the study hall&lt;br /&gt;Tell my teacher I've done my best&lt;br /&gt;Then pile my books upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to rest&lt;br /&gt;I pray I'll pass tomorrow's test&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;That's one less test I'll have to take.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115806379534968110?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115806379534968110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115806379534968110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115806379534968110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115806379534968110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/2006/09/x-marks-spot.html' title='x marks the spot'/><author><name>t0ckx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10882516454384128650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115799339185345002</id><published>2006-09-12T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:51:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take heart sweet heart</title><content type='html'>geography was okay&lt;br /&gt;i should be worried for everything else though,&lt;br /&gt;considering how i devoted the entire week to that single paper&lt;br /&gt;that is as of now, o-v-e-r&lt;br /&gt;watching top model always gives me the urge to strut around&lt;br /&gt;and to pretend that i'm wearing something dressy&lt;br /&gt;instead of that tatty ratty big shirt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed this embrassingly HUGE grammatical error in my previous post&lt;br /&gt;i shall not correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also notice that i'm the only one that still blogs everyday&lt;br /&gt;worrying, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when you're coasting along and nobody's trying too hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can turn around and like where you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115799339185345002?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115799339185345002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115799339185345002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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say that its saddening how as humans,&lt;br /&gt;we try to grow up so quickly&lt;br /&gt;and then feel like reversing time again to where we cannot go&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see some prepubescent girls in town&lt;br /&gt;decked out in full gear - heels, skimpy tops, mini skirts&lt;br /&gt;and looking like they experimented with their mum's makeup collection&lt;br /&gt;part of me wonders if they will regret it one day,&lt;br /&gt;for rushing ahead and throwing themselves deep into adulthood&lt;br /&gt;when they could be having kiddier fun ):&lt;br /&gt;i suppose its a phase, there was probably a point of time&lt;br /&gt;where i too rushed to grow up&lt;br /&gt;luckily i stopped in time&lt;br /&gt;that probably explains my childish demeanour now&lt;br /&gt;i still wish i was sixteen, so young&lt;br /&gt;as compared to the seventeen going on eighteen part ):&lt;br /&gt;apparently im not the only one who wishes to use the time machine.&lt;br /&gt;i think when you're old, you wish to be young&lt;br /&gt;but when you're young you can't wait to grow up&lt;br /&gt;completely reflective of human nature - what we have is never good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to enjoy being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solitary comforts me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it allows me to think what i want to&lt;br /&gt;believe in all i want to&lt;br /&gt;and see what i want to&lt;br /&gt;basically, it allows me to be selfish and get wrapped up in my own world&lt;br /&gt;it's like dreaming, no one can hold you back.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose the hard part is when you get chucked back into reality&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll rather not dread about what will happen&lt;br /&gt;when im forced to face up to the real world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but god knows, if i could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;there's only one thing i would do&lt;br /&gt;live life on the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;and never allow what ifs to happen&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one down, three to go&lt;br /&gt;gosh, how i wish everyone was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get a load of me, get a load of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just like we were meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115786805556281017?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115786805556281017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115786805556281017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115786805556281017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to dedicate a post to sir funnybone&lt;br /&gt;whose antics ensure a never boring day in class&lt;br /&gt;and whose wiseness below all that nonsense hair products,&lt;br /&gt;dense canopy growth and dimples&lt;br /&gt;have made life bearable, in strange ways (:&lt;br /&gt;cheers to being 18 wong mcron&lt;br /&gt;next time we dont need to sneak around if we want to watch m18 shows anymore&lt;br /&gt;unlike what we did for the gigolo show :D&lt;br /&gt;and like i said, if you don't get off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;i'll push you. remember to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115777555942722167?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115777555942722167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280912.post-115773215100494353</id><published>2006-09-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:16:56.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When will you be home?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she asks as we watch the planes take off &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We both know we have no clear answer to where my dreams may lead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's watched me as i crawled and stumbled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a child, she was my world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now to let me go, I know she bleeds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet she says to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can fly so high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be prayin every step along the way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you too much to make you stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby fly away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autumn leaves fell into spring time and silver-painted hair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy called one evening saying "We need you. Please come back" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I saw her laying in her bed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragile as a child &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pale just like an angel taking flight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I held her as I cried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can fly so high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be prayin every step along the way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you too much to make you stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby fly away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohh... I love you too much to make you stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out recently that it's a depressing song&lt;br /&gt;but it holds so much truth about a mother's love.&lt;br /&gt;or just love in general actually.&lt;br /&gt;i think iloveyous are used too generously and too loosely&lt;br /&gt;i suppose its just a social norm that we're used to&lt;br /&gt;it's always nice to express your love and concern&lt;br /&gt;but honestly in the genuine way&lt;br /&gt;i think its used too casually&lt;br /&gt;who are you, in your 18/20 years of life to speak of love?&lt;br /&gt;just a casual thought (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hun&lt;br /&gt;1. i think its retarded how we're both capricorns, so technically should have similar character traits but we turn out so different. screw the stars&lt;br /&gt;2. no chicken wing or fries or heart attack food for one day.&lt;br /&gt;3. dirty green - reflective of all the soil coloured tops you wear&lt;br /&gt;4. your eyes can talk&lt;br /&gt;5. first three months in your class, when you were sleeping on the table&lt;br /&gt;6. horse - need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;7. would it have made a difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115773215100494353?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115773215100494353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115773215100494353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115773215100494353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115773215100494353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;a little suprised by how at home i felt back there&lt;br /&gt;despite being away for so long&lt;br /&gt;i suppose ten years really makes a difference&lt;br /&gt;the school's been repainted&lt;br /&gt;but that memories is set so deep such that no matter where i turned&lt;br /&gt;the images of blue white and pink paint still appeared (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so quiet, i managed to study&lt;br /&gt;today felt like the only productive day in the entire week (:&lt;br /&gt;tranquility, serenity, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing that stays constant now&lt;br /&gt;is the knowledge that i really really want to give up studying&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;other than that all feelings, thoughts and things just keep changing&lt;br /&gt;i suppose time never slows down&lt;br /&gt;or halt even the slightest moment&lt;br /&gt;and if we stop moving&lt;br /&gt;we'll fall off, just like running on a treadmill&lt;br /&gt;there's no stopping&lt;br /&gt;you just have to keep going (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over the rooftops a plane in the sky &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beat of a bass drum cars passing me by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under a bridge dark then back into light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115771801400353944?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115771801400353944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280912&amp;postID=115771801400353944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280912/posts/default/115771801400353944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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more&lt;br /&gt;you make me happy ((:&lt;br /&gt;really, really happy.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;curiosity killed the cat&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, i dont mind getting killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again i miss the class ):&lt;br /&gt;you never know dear, how much i miss you&lt;br /&gt;please don't take my sunshine away!!&lt;br /&gt;and jepenga, homie girls!&lt;br /&gt;we need to hang outtt&lt;br /&gt;HANG HANG HANG!&lt;br /&gt;it's just one of those days when you miss everybody ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i lay here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i just lay here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you lie with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just forget the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15280912-115763305773735862?l=tocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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