<?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-3745128058629910878</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:19:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Smile Is A Rifle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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so woteva lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have been meaning to blog..it's not that I have nothing to say,mind you..just simply too lazy to sit down and type out my feelings into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The only reason why I chose to come in here right now is coz Clif and I have an appointment at 4.30pm..it's close to 3.30pm and my dear cuz is not back home yet..no surprise there.So I'm ready and bored.and alone at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and it's raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i miss london.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i especially miss someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok i'm done whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clif is back soooooo..thank u for reading this load of bull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ps: I willllllll be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6712770660419631710?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6593761747765038987</id><published>2008-11-08T05:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:12:03.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's sorta weird when I look back at my last post.I thought I was gonna be busy re-doing my blog skin and all other sort of web related clean ups I had been avoiding for waaay too long.On that very day,that is,on 11/10/08..not long after my entry..We recieved news from London that my dearly beloved aunt had passed away.Mum was the one who recieved the call from my cousin and it was she who started breaking down.The rest of us were just numb with shock.Though she was in London,she never failed to call us weekly...Yes she was sickly but she went through life bravely and even travelled until she really was too sick to do so.In fact the last I spoke to her was on my birthday where we had a teasing session about me tying the knot soon.She said,not for the first time,but for the last time..that she wanted to see me in London married before she died..as usual I made a joke out of it and she laughed but she was serious about it.How was I  to know..she'd leave us all like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the eldest in our family and though she was so far away,she was always up to date with whatever was happening within our family network.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suffice to say my mum said that she was going for the funeral.It was a toss up between Clifton and myself as to who would go with her.That was the first plan on Saturday itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By Monday..it was decided that ALL of us would go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eleven of us.Brother,sisters,cousin,nieces,nephew,in-laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on the 15th of  October we all set off for London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was tough not get excited since for Glash,Clifton and myself it was our first time travelling to London..on a 17hr flight journey no less..and furthermore the first time that Clif and I would see the rest of our cousins,Galton and Joyce who  had not been to Singapore yet..however each time we smiled,we sighed..thinking how nice it would be if she was alive to greet us ..all those times she kept calling us to go over..and when we finally decided to go next year during the June holidays..she decided to leave us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The journey to London was filled with hiccups from the very start..from home to Changi Airport to Doha to finally Heathrow..where we had a mini spat with one of the staff there..and lemme tell u  I never though I'd get out of that bloody airport..the way things were going...yeah yeah British security is very tight these days but we had been travelling for nearly 17-18 hours and we were sooo tired and sad the more we thought about the fact that we are heading to see the body of our beloved ..and here this people were just testing our patience!It was with much difficulty that we controlled our tempers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The short stay at London..was the best few days of my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within the first hour itself,Glash and I were like..."Why aren't we living in this place???!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a very emotional scene at 4 Essex Road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The house that I had seen several times in all the photos my aunt sent from those years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the fact that now she was not in it,but in a funeral parlour.cold and lifeless in a strange place with strangers.Even then I did not cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After kissing and hugging the familiar faces,and being introduced to the truck load of nieces and nephews,we rushed off to the funeral parlour..and that's where I lost whatever restrain I had.The moment I saw her..everything just came back to me..the way I used to brush her long silky black hair when she came down to Singapore in the late 80s...the loving way she gazed at my late grandma,the cute arguments between her &amp;amp; her hubby,my dearest late Uncle..and most of all..her smile.We cried.All of us broke down silently within ourselves as we stood in a circle around her.It all just seemed so surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that the rest of the days went by in a blur..I loved the place and I loved my cousins,their spouses and the kids..I have 10 nieces and nephews!Obviously we could not go sightseeing as we were there for a funeral..we did manage to squeeze in some car trips though as our cousins brought us along on the errand runs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could go on about the days I spent there..but I have no time now and besides I don't want to exhaust all of those beautiful memories so fast..so I shall talk about them here and there,on and off..now we are all even more in touch than usual..so it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even know why I started on this post when all I wanted to do was choose a new blogskin..I guess the date of my last entry 11/10 triggered it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3360028696236170012</id><published>2008-10-11T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:29:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Will be back real soon..promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In the meantime ,revamping this stale page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x148/karadzic_eva_86/rhcp/th_RHCPSmoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-360349776224607023</id><published>2008-09-14T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:01:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So they say time heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you heard that &amp;amp; honestly felt like slapping the next person to tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;I have been through hard times..I won't say that my troubles are of the serious kind..not in that way,but to me,they were enough to plunge me into a world of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;In a way..I still remember certain painful moments as I sit peacefully now..&lt;br /&gt;It's true the mind never forgets..&lt;br /&gt;We subconsciously will ourselves to forgive &amp;amp; FORGET THE PAIN..not the incident.&lt;br /&gt;The pain that one inflicts upon your body can never be recalled in perfect detail no matter how hard you try but the pain that's inflicted verbally..as those words flash through your mind's eye,the impact is intense enough to make one cry..even after a very,very long time.&lt;br /&gt;I figure that many of us are like that..we bury the pain by immersing ourselves in work &amp;amp; family activities..while the pain is actually still there..deep in your heart,like a raw wound that dries but never completely heals.&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy of late.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping myself occupied with the work,interacting with friends both in cyberspace &amp;amp; in reality,passionate about my music.Yet I have never been able to forget certain people &amp;amp; issues which happened over the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..I don't talk about these things or ever show my confusion but truth is..each time I smile or laugh there is a slight tinge of bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it..but there's nothing I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;I go out by myself alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Just with my mp3 player &amp;amp; sling bag for my wallet,hp &amp;amp; camera.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take long bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;When it's rainy weather,I take long walks.&lt;br /&gt;At times,I just sit by the sea for hours..thinking about nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Just my own sort of meditation.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes..I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Silently I cry...as the songs play in my ears..as my eyes follow the crashing waves.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the sea understands the ache &amp;amp; turmoil I'm hiding within myself.&lt;br /&gt;I come home silently in the night &amp;amp; life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a happy person or a sad person?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I have no wish to talk about my feelings because I have realised a long time ago,that it's useless..the more I say they more they get bored(though they don't show it)&lt;br /&gt;It all just adds up to unnecessary tension &amp;amp; the wrong kinda attention so..I'm better off this way.Thinking and crying and just being myself as and when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not too bad..the crying bit.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't want it to become permanent in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-360349776224607023?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3029694864823875464</id><published>2008-08-25T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:01:28.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally got the time to pop in here..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been super busy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honestly 24hrs in a day is really not enough!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much has been happening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been wanting to blog like forever but somehow my fatigue just got the better of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work is fine for now,still searching for THE elusive right job for my future though&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the same time,seriously considering going back to finish my diploma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not that I feel insecure,but no harm being better equipped &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dip is a very normal pre-requisite one finds in job offers these days..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even if the job itself is on a very basic level..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so why should I miss out..when I know I have so much more to offer than those who have papers but zero interest,zero experience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still pondering though..don't wanna make the same mistake I did years ago as a teen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohhh..by the way..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bought a new camera last week..FINALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been wanting to yak about it for ages but well..that's how occupied I've been..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't even have a pic of it to put up now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That particular day I had a nasty argument with one of my closest friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had planned several things for that particular day but thanks to this one trivial argument,i completely lost my mood to be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God Sanjit was free that day..if not for him,I'd prolly have spent the day moping around instead of shopping for my long desired camera..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullied him alot too that day hahahahaa..couldn't help it..the situations surrounding us were just too good to resist!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The normally gentlemanly Sanjit eventually gave me a nice sharp punch on my arm..light but SHARP..enough to make me squeal momentarily..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SQUEAAAAAL SANJIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SQUUUEAAAALLLL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope that rings a bell to you if you're reading this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really really really want to be happy but at the end of each day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how tired I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are things that I still can't forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This pain is now numb but it's there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a bad pimple scar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tears do run even now and then..but I'm in control.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too tired to talk much about happy stuff in here now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had a busy Monday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still miss the way things used to be..and I'm glad everyone..EVERYONE is happier now but for me..things will never be the same again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I will move on..but it's been months and I still haven't quite gotten there yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I can't say I keep trapped in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I laugh and do the silliest things to keep the tears away..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes the smallest push is enough to open the water gates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't even feel like talking about what I feel anymore..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So..yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au Revoir   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &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/3745128058629910878-3029694864823875464?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3029694864823875464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3029694864823875464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3029694864823875464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3029694864823875464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2171131008353525492</id><published>2008-08-19T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:47:47.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are many faces to this guy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MANY that the general innocent masses do not know of&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha and these are a few of the shots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I managed to sneak in while he was blissfully unaware..&lt;br /&gt;Sanjiiittt ur sooooooo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;*bash!bash!bash!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="My creation by silentdawn, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29464526@N05/2776155229/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="My creation" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2776155229_e8e3a71e23.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2171131008353525492?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2171131008353525492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2171131008353525492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2171131008353525492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2171131008353525492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-many-faces-to-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2776155229_e8e3a71e23_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2233747160375835547</id><published>2008-08-15T23:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:35:30.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Patricia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reputation is on the line,&lt;br /&gt;and you can't afford to make any major mistakes right now.&lt;br /&gt;A new job title comes with much more responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;You must be willing to take them on before accepting the new position.&lt;br /&gt;Let your achievements speak for themselves this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anybody miss me yet?&lt;br /&gt;hmmph&lt;br /&gt;hahahah highly unlikely but anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Finally had time to sit down and bombard you people with my nonsense&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know..I'm currently working at non other than...&lt;br /&gt;SINDA.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;SINDA.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd actually end up working there..&lt;br /&gt;No no..NOTHING against SINDA..&lt;br /&gt;Just that I never thought I'd work there&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like permanent there or anything..&lt;br /&gt;Just for now..coz my cousin was working there while on his NUS vacation and the person in charge asked him if I was interested in temping for a while since I'm on a job hunt and all..well..I didn't hear anything negative from Clif so I said ok fine..and I must say..it's a whole new experience.&lt;br /&gt;I had once worked in an all Indian office..and even though I'm Indian too..I felt a little weird..having always been in a mixed kinda environment prior to that..soon I just hated the way they treated and manipulated me just because I was the youngest,newest &amp;amp; most gullible.urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Hated the work ethics.&lt;br /&gt;So I shunned this kinda places..thinking that sometimes it's more difficult to work with one of your own kind.&lt;br /&gt;I had that kinda negative thought before I set foot in SINDA..like what if they all spoke in Tamil and mocked me for speaking in English?blah blah..that kinda feeling..but I had nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone minded their own business and went about their work silently.&lt;br /&gt;Another shock was to realise that SINDA..THE building itself..didn't have an elevator.So for the first 2 days..I ploughed my way through the never ending exit out of Farrer Pk Station..dragged my heeled crying feet,huffing and puffing in the relentlessly burning..i repeat BURNING not shining..sunshine..trying my best not to break out into a sweat..trying to remain cool and nonchalant as i walk through the little lane in the middle of TWO coffeeshops..then walk the final path to the hallowed building..and walk riiiiight to the end of the corridor to punch my card..then POUND MY ALREADY SORE FEET..4 freaking stories up to the Finance dept.Where everyone looks calm and poised and I end up barging in like a panting rhino.It doesn't help that my hair is a bit wild now.No hair serum,clip or scrunchie will tame my flyaway strands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..see how much I can write just describing the walk to SINDA?I have yet to even start on the inside stories!!&lt;br /&gt;Argghh I'm tired..as in..the work is fine..because I have done this kinda stuff before..but it's hard to explain to my mum how much the little journey actually drains me..the sun oh man..and each time I walk I guess I am like cursing and swearing in my mind..which is really bad..&lt;br /&gt;I'm too sleepy and my head has been hurting on and off for the past one week..Sanjit isn't in town so I have no one to talk out my mental issues to..hehehehe...he calls me a bully but he is a SILENT bully..the worst kind ever..like I have to contemplate if I had been bullied or insulted and then once he gets his punch line in,I'm just about ready to strangle him!!hahaha..my precious,precious friends..I miss u all..so much.Never felt so out of time..yet so relaxed at the same time..argggh the past 3 days of brutal direct sunlight has really punished my already sensitive skin ..I feel soooooooooo used up..like a torn no no shredded ball of tissue paper..&lt;br /&gt;THAT will be something I will have to brace myself for every morning from now I guess..as long as I'm working here..but that's another story..well guys I wanted to say so much more..but I guess this is my limit for tonight..will continue with part 2 tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my head..my aching aching head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2233747160375835547?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5563391741418626101</id><published>2008-08-12T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:18:13.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could not get my mind off this beautiful song the whole of today&lt;br /&gt;Which's pretty strange coz it's a song which I hardly pay much attention to usually&lt;br /&gt;It must be the weather today..&lt;br /&gt;So chaotic &amp;amp; beautiful at the same time&lt;br /&gt;That made me long for some soothing from my favourite guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/31VXZg1UjFg&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/31VXZg1UjFg&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5563391741418626101?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5563391741418626101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5563391741418626101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5563391741418626101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5563391741418626101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/could-not-get-my-mind-off-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-650999032260115446</id><published>2008-08-11T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:16:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok..y'know that veryyyy common question that everyone likes to randomly ask at one point or another...about what super power you would like to possess if given the chance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since young I have always wished to have the power of invisibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ashamed to say that at that time,it was more for reasons of mischief than anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I grew older though,I wished for that particular power so as to escape from the watching eyes of the world &amp;amp; explore places far and beyond at my whim and fancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suffice to say I was very much taken with the Invisibility Cloak presented to Harry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the Harry Potter series of books..I'd always try to visualize how it would look like,and how sometimes he'd share it with Ron &amp;amp; Hermione..and of course..I was glued to Heroes when the first season started running last year around February on StarWorld..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Superpowers and heroes and villains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good VS Bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How exciting isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again..this is the stuff movies &amp;amp; comics are made of..and only that..right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting for Mary's call,came across this interesting nugget of news on Yahoo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought this is what I had been wishing for all the while,but strangely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first thought to come to mind was.."Uh oh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WASHINGTON -&lt;br /&gt;Scientists say they are a step closer to developing materials that could render people and objects invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Researchers have demonstrated for the first time they were able to cloak three-dimensional objects using artificially engineered materials that redirect light around the objects. Previously, they only have been able to cloak very thin two-dimensional objects.&lt;br /&gt;The findings, by scientists at the University of California, Berkeley, led by Xiang Zhang, are to be released later this week in the journals Nature and Science.&lt;br /&gt;The new work moves scientists a step closer to hiding people and objects from visible light, which could have broad applications, including military ones.&lt;br /&gt;People can see objects because they scatter the light that strikes them, reflecting some of it back to the eye. Cloaking uses materials, known as metamaterials, to deflect radar, light or other waves around an object, like water flowing around a smooth rock in a stream.&lt;br /&gt;Metamaterials are mixtures of metal and circuit board materials such as ceramic, Teflon or fiber composite. They are designed to bend visible light in a way that ordinary materials don't. Scientists are trying to use them to bend light around objects so they don't create reflections or shadows.&lt;br /&gt;It differs from stealth technology, which does not make an aircraft invisible but reduces the cross-section available to radar, making it hard to track.&lt;br /&gt;The research was funded in part by the U.S. Army Research Office and the National Science Foundation's Nano-Scale Science and Engineering Center."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I read this..I wanted to say "wow"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then when I really finished reading the whole thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could only thing of negative stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think Man interferes too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doubt we NEED such an invention &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine the chaos &amp;amp; destruction it could bring when in the wrong hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now by making this so public,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet this much of info itself would be useful to some fanatic creep with an intelligent mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO FREAKING STUPID LA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No good is gonna come out of such an invention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing but more wars,bloodshed &amp;amp; misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No heroes either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it is,I only know of dear darling who'd wanna save the world but  besides him..zilch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry to sound so pessimistic but really..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope this thing never works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it does,I hope the bigheads don't keep boasting about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-650999032260115446?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/650999032260115446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=650999032260115446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/650999032260115446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/650999032260115446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5239434679490093383</id><published>2008-08-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:16:01.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Patricia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your mind is in full flight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but your body won't move an inch until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you so command it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lending your money to others today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;may result in serious financial losses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hold on tight to your wallet over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the next few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Look for your financial situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to improve next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OMFG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now that's sound advice and every word of it is freaking true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Right up to the very last word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Finally spoke to Latsy after so damn bloodly long last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It has been months since we spoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really missed her voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(even though she squeals at me most of the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Had a chance to catch up with Glash too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;since school's out today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So overall,spent hours yakking and finally went to bed around 3am last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today spent most of the day yakking on the phone too and now it's almost 9.15pm and I have a last minute meet up arrangement with dear Mary...sooooo freaking long since we sat down and had a good chat..she'll be hotfooting it down to Yishun after finishing tuition @ Bt Panjang &amp;amp; I'm just about to get ready to wait for her at the bus stop..poor gal..she sounded so damn stressed 7 overworked over the phone..oh well..more stuff to update..be back laterz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5239434679490093383?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5239434679490093383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5239434679490093383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5239434679490093383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5239434679490093383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/patricia-your-mind-is-in-full-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2884971826833433346</id><published>2008-08-10T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:52:25.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Patricia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hold onto what you have at this very moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;because you won't be getting any more of it for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Talk to your colleagues about problems that are getting out of hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The longer you wait, the worse the situation will become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now is the time to take action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well at least that's what's my horoscope predicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dunno what it was that I was supposed to hold on to though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever's worth holding on to has already slipped thru my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So maybe I'm supposed to hold on to the rest of my tattered  sanity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well enough about that shit..anyways it was National Day yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As usual I was bustling around at home because National Day also happens to be the birthday of my dear Aunt aka Clif's mum..so the entire tribe would gather at my place to catch the parade and celebrate her birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I must say it was one of my busier National Days though..coz this time I was involved in the cleaning,cooking process..I caught the beginning part of the NDP running to and fro with a spatula in my hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So yeah everything went on fine..we had some unexpected lil guests hehehe..and too bad Glash &amp;amp; family had to go back home so soon,but we're planning to catch up another day..perhaps during the September hols..BEFORE my birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm turning 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soooooooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Verrrrrrrrrrryyyyy sooooooooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2884971826833433346?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2884971826833433346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2884971826833433346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2884971826833433346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2884971826833433346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/patricia-hold-onto-what-you-have-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2818278741395992249</id><published>2008-08-08T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:11:27.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's the 8th of August 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;08/08/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoopahdeeladooooodaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIG DEAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im more like waiting for 09/09/09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For many reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha they all seem lame now so no point pursuing them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways been super busy the entire freaking day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My day started at 6.30am and it's like..uhmm 10pm now &amp;amp; I just settled down ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sent an sms wishing my ex-boss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;favourite handsome loh soh ah-pek ever..Andrew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; an early morning birthday message..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well,he was happy to hear from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happier that I remembered his birthday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well considering that I worked with him for more than 4 years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his birthday being on the eve of National day n all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty hard to forget innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LoL..anyways seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was an inspiration to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not just a boss but a buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well we have friends like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we have some other low lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who parade around as buddies when you need them least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but tuck their tails between their hind legs &amp;amp; scramble for cover &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when one needs them most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhh.what the fudge la lets not discuss rats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad I'm more active in DeviantArt now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have met loads of awesome buddies from the world over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEY ARE ALL GALS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here I was whining away to whosoever tolerated me that I NEED more female friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and bingo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now have friends who actually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;share my same love for ALL things RHCP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to think I'm actually one of the older ones in the group!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm impressed at how much these younger girls actually know about rock music..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask any teenager in Singapore today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you'd get something straight outta MTV..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok something else that I wanna share with you guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno how real it is..but I heard it from a very reliable source..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my long time friend Maya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those of you staying in Yishun would be familiar with the 600+ area..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for those of you who aren't it's basically the block of flats adjacently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; opposite Khatib mrt station..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my friend stays at Blk 800 which is  directly opposite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and for some reason while she was doing my waxing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we started talking about the area..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when she paused what she was doing and told me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about a strange apparition seen by the residents in that area..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently they saw,a lady,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dressed in a white dress,armless,legless &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparently jumping FLOOR to FLOOR..then BLOCK to BLOCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you just imagine that scene for a second or so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been sighted a few times already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember that area coz I used to attend tuition classes with Clif at a house there..and even in the daytime,that area...just seemed dead.Which used to strike me as kinda weird,since the blocks of flats were so near to the main road &amp;amp; MRT station and all..but yeah that's the way it used to be..and I guess my cousin and I weren't far from wrong when we assumed that place was weird years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone else familiar with this story/area?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Maya and I went on to several other stories..all of which I can't share in here now..as it is I'm typing haphazardly..I'm that tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrrghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blog again tmrw...it doesn't FEEEEEEEL like National Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'd feel it tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Au Revoir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2818278741395992249?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2818278741395992249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2818278741395992249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2818278741395992249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2818278741395992249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-its-8th-of-august-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7560999468833886411</id><published>2008-08-04T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:33:10.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the way if you're trying to reach me via hp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just to let you guys know that my hp is completely dead now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't use it at all,I have been charging it faithfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the fkg unreliable thing has died on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Betrayed me just like everything else around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try to get me thru FB or msn if there's anything urgent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/3745128058629910878-7560999468833886411?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7560999468833886411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7560999468833886411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7560999468833886411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7560999468833886411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/by-way-if-youre-trying-to-reach-me-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-60175151935843575</id><published>2008-08-04T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:18:22.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riddle me this..Riddle me that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tad outdated,especially in the wake of Dark Knight and all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know ..but I'm a sucker for Jim Carrey so sue me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The riddle here is life itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do some people seem to be surrounded by the perfect family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y'know..those people who seem to have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adorably grumpy great grandparents,young at heart grandparents,modern parents,chirpy loving brothers &amp;amp; sisters with a large extended family of never ending uncles &amp;amp; aunts,cousins &amp;amp; nephews &amp;amp; nieces &amp;amp; in-laws and their dogs and their cats and the cats kittens..and..get my drift?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I assume many of you actually have all that and more..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just maybe not that perfect right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I understand that not all large families actually are so perfect..then again I do know some that are and I'm extremely happy for them..but it always puzzles me..as to how..such a small family as mine..with relatives scattered halfway around the world,could face so many,many problems &amp;amp; confusion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really tears me to bits &amp;amp; pieces inside..far more than I'd actually care to show out to people but it does.It's bad enough not ever having seen my grandfather...I grew up without the attention of a father..which I never realised was bad till I was a bit older..not that it mattered much to me at that point..then losing my grandma right smack in the middle of my teen years..even then I didn't feel the loss till much later..being the only child..with a hardworking mum wasn't exactly what you'd call a charmed life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never really learnt about life..no one had the time to sit down and explain to me what was gonna happen..I learnt everything on my own..mostly only after falling from the inexperience.In that way..I was older before my time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought family was important.I didn't care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw uncles &amp;amp; aunts fight &amp;amp; cousins being affected &amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought myself lucky not to have to go through that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw our small family spilt further &amp;amp; further apart but it wasn't my problem..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not at that time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I cared about was my pocket money &amp;amp; my music &amp;amp; my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now after so many years,I realise what it's like to have a normal family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the people who have drifted away came back to us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New understandings &amp;amp; a sense of kinship was formed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was thankful that though imperfect,I had a complete and loving family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now again history seems set to repeat itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that I'm not a selfish teen..I feel very affected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel sad for my mum,who has been trying so hard to be a pillar of support to just about anyone &amp;amp; everyone..even though no one was there for her all these years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel sad for my aunt,who as of a couple of hours ago was peacefully dozing after a tiring day at work.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel sad &amp;amp; sorry for the family that had been fighting bitterly in the yawning  hours of a sunny Monday afternoon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't even know what I feel for myself..yes me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was up at 6am and doing household chores till 8am..then started on a complete house cleaning mission from 10am..washing,scrubbing,dusting,folding,shifting,dragging,drying,stocking,clearing...why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in preparation for the party this Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was on the last rounds of changing the sheets on my bed,when the phone rang..my aunt beat me to the phone &amp;amp; I heard her voice getting alarmed.I just froze not saying a word..the only thing in my mind was.."Please,not a problem..I'm too tired to handle anything now..please don't let it be a problem.."    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just stood there watching my aunt silently hold on to the phone,her face changing from puzzlement to comprehension then slowly to sadness then confusion as she hung up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then she just said.."I don't want a party for my birthday anymore.Forget it.People think I'm very happy but they have forgotten what my life is."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then she went to the room &amp;amp; closed the door and well..she is still not out yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I had answered the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then again I was/am scared when it comes to all these.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The happiness we had was so fragile &amp;amp; precious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words can make or break a person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I barely know what I'm saying here,so please excuse me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was very sad..and I just went on doing my work mechanically.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certain things I can't be saying in here for the whole wide world to know..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I do know that we are at our wits end,trying and trying yet all we get in the end is a earful of yelling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I know is that..I need to get out and find a life of my own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't be stuck here with all the misery..God knows I have my own pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-60175151935843575?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/60175151935843575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=60175151935843575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/60175151935843575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/60175151935843575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/riddle-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-4341466150776681469</id><published>2008-08-01T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:13:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The more I think about it..&lt;br /&gt;The more I am convinced that I'm some sort of hippie reincarnated into the present world..or I'm simply born in the wrong age &amp;amp; time..&lt;br /&gt;Why else do I seem to be plunging backwards into time while everyone is diving forwards?&lt;br /&gt;Especially so when it comes to the greatest love of my life, music.&lt;br /&gt;When at the age of 12,instead of being hooked to Michael Jackson's Dangerous album,I went backwards to his 80s hits,then to his 70s hits then all the way to the songs he sang when he was just 5?&lt;br /&gt;Even those days,my elder cousins used to be amazed...yes I enjoyed the current music scene but I was so enchanted by the simple yet mind blowing emotions of the musicians in the 70s &amp;amp; 80s.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to current day.&lt;br /&gt;I can safely say there is not one single music genre I HATE..there is something about every single thing that appeals to me somehow..of course top of the list is always my beloved rock music..&lt;br /&gt;Now as I sit here,my morning chores already complete...I find myself listening to...THE BEATLES!!&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;I never was a fan,and I can still safely tell you I'm not much of a fan now..I mean c'mon!!These are bands our parents rocked out to!!Yet there's something about certain songs that warm my heart and of course the essence &amp;amp; free spirit of rock music was really widespread during the younger days of our parents..I doubt kids 30 years from now would actually find much inspiration from the music that's offered right now,during our time.Yeah they sound good for a couple of months then even WE get sick and tired and move on to other songs..hahaha such is the value of music &amp;amp; musicians these days.&lt;br /&gt;All about the image..mediocre talent..does anyone really feel strongly about something that could change the world,or are they just writing songs about trying to cope &amp;amp; keep up with the pressure of not having enough fashionable clothes in their already bursting wardrobes blah blah?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.I am thankful that I was born in 1980 and not anytime AFTER 1989..&lt;br /&gt;I can see why hip hop and RnB are popular these days..coz at least there is something good &amp;amp; deep in most of the musicians..the current rock scene..I have absolutely nothing to say.If you can seriously consider bands like MCR,Fallout Boy and what nots as ROCK...holy shit..that is some really soft rock I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;Boy bands disguised as rockers hahaha..with their pretty boy looks &amp;amp; angel eyes,carefully permed/rebonded but styled to look careless hair styles..never said a swear word,never broke a girl's heart,never burped in their lives....&lt;br /&gt;Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a bad ass,mean,messy haired,sweaty,heartbreaker anytime darling.&lt;br /&gt;One that can REALLY play a guitar &amp;amp; not just dabble with gizmos.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was born somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I know at least one soul who agrees with me...right Twinny?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3745128058629910878-4341466150776681469?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/4341466150776681469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=4341466150776681469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4341466150776681469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4341466150776681469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-i-think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-335556500584073084</id><published>2008-08-01T04:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T04:48:19.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So freaking bored with life and myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasting my life away rotting doing meaningless stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that one day I'm gonna be regretting all the precious time I'm wasting now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really not easy to explain how I feel without starting to sound like some kinda whiner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just basically feel very retarded &amp;amp; handicapped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's worse actually because I know I have all my limbs and senses intact yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel hindered by them somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a clumsy Big Bird in the Swan Lake of life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I feign surprise outwardly at my rapid decomposition,I know perfectly well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when all this started,why it started and why it's not stopped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah I know the damn reason only too well but guess what..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not at liberty to shout or wail about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like I'm either a bitch on most days or an emotional wreck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all because of HIM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew I could like &amp;amp; dislike a person so strongly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's driving me up the wall..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying dammit..I'm trying to move on with my life but I keep getting defeated and it hurts to keep in touch with someone who has so bitterly crushed you and is happily hopping along with life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate all of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it doesn't even matter..how I wish my worthless life could be given away in exchange to some who needs it more,someone who actually is loved and cherished..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.45am and I'm awake bright and early.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was not in a bad mood but I do not know why or how I have started on this bitter rampage of words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is so much so much so much to say..but I have learnt the hard way that those around me are the last people whom I actually would want to seek comfort in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's actually August now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The month I had been waiting for..and now it's here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like just hiding away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-335556500584073084?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/335556500584073084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=335556500584073084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/335556500584073084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/335556500584073084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-freaking-bored-with-life-and-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-4608633596337801729</id><published>2008-07-30T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:07:55.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I AM FEELING ABSOLUTELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-4608633596337801729?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/4608633596337801729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=4608633596337801729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4608633596337801729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4608633596337801729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-feeling-absolutely-today-woohoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6715320492061733858</id><published>2008-07-30T11:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:07:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mosaic2632277.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finally I have had the time to sit down for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; to do this survey kinda thingy Jijay wanted me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; ..haha kinda random fun thingy..basically you answer the set of questions,then key in your answers individually in the search field in Flickr.Choose the image that you think best represents your answer,simply copy the URL of that image,and paste it into Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker to start creating a collage of your answers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Easy &amp;amp; fun right?Do it when you're bored,and for those of you who are new to Flickr(dunno which rock you been under)you can take the time to admire the truly beautiful photos submitted by members..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ok these are the only rules that you have to follow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flickr Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Using only the first page of results, and pick one image.3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to create a mosaic of the picture answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the questions..followed by my images,see if you can guess my answers based on the images!hehehe ok anyways,my answers itself right after the mosiac...have fun! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. What is your favorite food? right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. What is your favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. What is one word that describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. What is your user name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mosaic481403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/mosaic481403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;patricia - i like this pic haha..a beer named after me!!ahh in colourful Brazil ..Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food? right now?&lt;br /&gt;thats tough but since you wanna know about right now..I'm craving for some honey oat cereal wait I changed my mind..it's good ol' fish and chips..and this pic is making me drool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;ahmad ibrahim secondary school..and I was in the band for a couple of years before I went on to other activities..too stiff collar,and too much of high expectations..it started to feel more like boot camp...hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;I love black basically but purple &amp;amp; gold hues attract me..I don't know why this picture was just so simple &amp;amp; delightfully pretty hahaha..plus it has my colour combo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;john frusciante.I don't think I have to say more...&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water..nothing like water to quench the never ending thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Venice..ever since I chanced upon an elder cousin's literature text,William Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice" I dunno why I just liked the sound of it..then when I saw photos of the quaint,picturesque water city,I fell in love with it...and now most recently,when I stumbled upon a sleeper hit of RHCP,Venice Queen..which has a touching story behind it.. I KNOW I HAVE TO SEE THIS PLACE FOR MYSELF!! I diverted from the usual pretty images of the pretty city &amp;amp; decided to use this,because it is so freaking beautiful..the architechture,the street lamps,the darkness..truly romantic...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;anything oozing with chocolate....yum yum yum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Rock babe!!!hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;Being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is one word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;I pondered on this for a long time.and finally came upon a simple word.deep.this is the image I got when I keyed in deep and I think it says alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your user name?&lt;br /&gt;well usually silentdawn,but since I'm gonna post this in my blog,I shall use my name here..as darkshadowhisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6715320492061733858?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6715320492061733858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6715320492061733858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6715320492061733858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6715320492061733858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-i-have-had-time-to-sit-down-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2600446219642276446</id><published>2008-07-30T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:49:52.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised..&lt;br /&gt;Here I am finally to make my hallowed blog update&lt;br /&gt;Haha been going to bed at reasonable hours for the past couple of days &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling that today might not be such a drag after all..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..something in the air..seemed very..I don't quite know how to put it..&lt;br /&gt;I sense a very positive vibe in the air &amp;amp; it seems to fill me some of my old energy&lt;br /&gt;Was humming the deliciously addictive chorus to Quixtoicelixir as I took my shower&lt;br /&gt;Sent a couple of bright,cheery smses to buddies..&lt;br /&gt;So yeah it's a lovely morning people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters,just wanna say my condolences to Ganga..&lt;br /&gt;Her beloved pet dog Koko passed away yesterday &amp;amp; though I am not really an animal lover,I have become accustomed to Koko since secondary school days..He was like another member of the family..well I guess it's time for him to go to his rest,after all he's 15 or 16..which is pretty old in doggy years,I think?&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are dear Koko,I may have never seemed to be receptive to your sharp yapping barks,or sudden habit of resting your paws on my trembling knees,but you're gonna be missed..&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace old pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mar28045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/mar28045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2600446219642276446?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2600446219642276446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2600446219642276446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2600446219642276446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2600446219642276446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7252471815558719958</id><published>2008-07-29T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:58:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will update soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7252471815558719958?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7252471815558719958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7252471815558719958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7252471815558719958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7252471815558719958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7149845838358110119</id><published>2008-07-21T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:06:27.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's been a cold and wet day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm brought down once again by this nagging pain in my abdomen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems to happen so frequently now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting used to the pain now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like how the pain in my heart..which was so unbearable at first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's just an old pain..a heavy substance floating inside a bitter creature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart.Heart.Heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm blabbering right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn.It's this pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not so unbearable yet it's an irritating sensation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An ominous presence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like it's telling me in a deep,Barry White baritone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh yeaaaaah I'm herrrre..but I ain't gonna hurt youuuuuuuu much"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird thought that one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind has gone to the pigs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rotting away...dead even!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see it's hopeless to talk seriously here now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As what I had initially planned to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let's see...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just gonna randomly write&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without pausing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see what my chain of thoughts can reveal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been laying low for so long now&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel normal anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's weird&lt;br /&gt;This sudden desire to be away from the common flock&lt;br /&gt;To mingle with the stars&lt;br /&gt;To be in the other realm&lt;br /&gt;In my mind's eye I'm painfully aware&lt;br /&gt;Of the sneers,the taunts,the wicked looks&lt;br /&gt;The way my dreams crash against cold reality&lt;br /&gt;Still I linger there..adamant&lt;br /&gt;That glowing place&lt;br /&gt;The fine line between now &amp;amp; forever&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do&lt;br /&gt;Is walk to the edge of the world&lt;br /&gt;The world that took all of my love greedily&lt;br /&gt;Drained me of all will &amp;amp; hope&lt;br /&gt;Left me with nothing but cold chills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then leap off&lt;br /&gt;Leap right off her&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye cold,merciless world&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was ever born unto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7149845838358110119?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7149845838358110119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7149845838358110119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7149845838358110119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7149845838358110119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-cold-and-wet-day-im-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6716024785705631762</id><published>2008-07-17T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:09:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So then my friend&lt;br /&gt;How have you been&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since we really spoke&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I know we have the casual what's up kinda moments&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time since we had a..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Heart to heart talk ,isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;So I see you have been keeping yourself busy&lt;br /&gt;That's very good&lt;br /&gt;How about your health?&lt;br /&gt;I see that you are trying to change your bad habits..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm not bad at all&lt;br /&gt;How's your heart been since that issue?&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;So the pain hasn't even lessened a bit?&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long,surely you must be imagining your anger!&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Then what is it?&lt;br /&gt;So what you're telling me is ..&lt;br /&gt;You still haven't forgotten anything &amp;amp; you're just very hurt that he is so normal&lt;br /&gt;but you can't say anything anymore because you have promised yourself that you'll&lt;br /&gt;never fall like this again?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you have just thrashed it out?&lt;br /&gt;You did?&lt;br /&gt;You still don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;He didn't wanna discuss further?&lt;br /&gt;So then you must really put your effort into remembering that bit &amp;amp; then maybe you'd forget everything&lt;br /&gt;You can't?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be stupid&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate now?&lt;br /&gt;You hate him but you're punishing yourself&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't sound very normal&lt;br /&gt;What exactly do you want?&lt;br /&gt;You dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;So why are you crying now then?&lt;br /&gt;You dunno?&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Oh you miss the old times?&lt;br /&gt;You of all people should know by now that it's pointless crying over spilt milk&lt;br /&gt;Why torture yourself by crying tears that no one sees?&lt;br /&gt;Go out,be with your friends,enjoy your time now before it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;Say what?Everything reminds you of him?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you really seem fine what's wrong with you!&lt;br /&gt;If he can do it why can't you?&lt;br /&gt;Coz you were true and he wasn't?&lt;br /&gt;C'mon&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;So you think he is not true,but yet instead of screwing him up you sit there and cry because you miss everything about him?&lt;br /&gt;If I continue this conversation with you,I might just kill you!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..wait..that's right...&lt;br /&gt;I AM YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6716024785705631762?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6716024785705631762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6716024785705631762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6716024785705631762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6716024785705631762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-then-my-friend-how-have-you-been-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3700584122043371868</id><published>2008-07-15T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:10:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Patricia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Home, family, or real estate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;are some of the interests that require a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;of discipline and responsibility now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Family members and partners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;are especially aware of the changes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you have gone through recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Seeds that you plant now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;will bear sweet fruit in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plan ahead and you will come out on top.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YEAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RIGHHHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHATEVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3700584122043371868?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3700584122043371868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3700584122043371868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3700584122043371868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3700584122043371868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/patricia-home-family-or-real-estate-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-160475410169338623</id><published>2008-07-14T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:08:31.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jf-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/jf-2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Patricia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Watch for a tendency to be out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;of touch or uncommunicative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You may not be the easiest person to deal with today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so try to stay out of other people's way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Work on your own, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and keep yourself out of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Social events this evening could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;more enjoyable than you had anticipated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well..lets see how the day goes.So far my daily horoscopes have not been totally off mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then again I do not have anything planned for this evening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Unless you count the trip I'm planning to make to the post office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe I'd meet a cute postman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had a very bad night.Tossed &amp;amp; turned alot.Remember vaguely having some nightmares..that woke me up suddenly..only to continue like a drama serial the moment I closed my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So naturally woke up feeling rather blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's fixing to rain now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel like such a zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need some retail therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAJORLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a plastic life I lead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other news headlines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ms Venenzula took the crown in the Ms.Universe pageant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apparently,Latin America dominated the whole damn thing this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not really surprised..the women there are hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AND MS.USA FELL DOWN AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Remember Rachel Smith last year who slid on her ass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This sweetie here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gd0u2600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/gd0u2600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh she is sweet isn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="a: ;color:#cc66cc;"  target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;Well anyways..&lt;br /&gt;This year Crystle Stewart,from good ol' Texas y'all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/pageantmania2000/?action=view&amp;amp;current=USAeg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="USA - Crystle Danae Stewart" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/pageantmania2000/USAeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="a: ;color:#cc66cc;"  target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;tripped on the train of her evening gown &amp;amp; oopsie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="a: ;color:#cc66cc;"  target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;she went down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s289.photobucket.com/albums/ll238/pageantmania2000/?action=view&amp;amp;current=USAeg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just like last year's Smith,Stewart also regained her composure &amp;amp; seemed to be unaffected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but...omg..c'mon 2 years in a row??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think the next Ms USA is gonna have a psychological wall to break already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You know right..sometimes you'd see a slippery floor or something..and in your mind,you'd go like.."ok slowly now,watch that step..don't fall..pls don't fall".. and that's when you slip or trip on something?I mean you don't take a great BIG fall or a tumble ..noooo..THOSE kinda things only happen when you LEAST expect them to..but this little slides &amp;amp; skidding..sometimes come as if invited by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i dunno about you guys..but that's how it is for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And after that little skid or trip,you sort of become more confident...like oh ok..now I know what to look out for..phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's like something psychological isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Speaking of which..it's super dark now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm having second thoughts about heading out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My fave flip flops have been worn out steadily &amp;amp; I have yet to purchase a new pair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After all this psychological talk...I know darn well what's gonna happen if I venture out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/patricia-watch-for-tendency-to-be-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-755862372156861938</id><published>2008-07-13T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:47:06.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since many of you are very bored and have&lt;br /&gt;not so politely told me that I'm very good at blabbering&lt;br /&gt;I shall blab.&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of those entertainment deprived souls.&lt;br /&gt;And also because I guess I NEED to talk.&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who aren't interested shoo off.&lt;br /&gt;This is for patricia remold fanatics only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song in my background currently is known as&lt;br /&gt;"The Dying Song"&lt;br /&gt;This is really,a very special song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;firstly bcoz it's the first ever solo work of John's&lt;br /&gt;work that I had checked out..secondly..it changed my life&lt;br /&gt;dramatically,drastically and really quite ridiculously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to flip back to my past blog entries..&lt;br /&gt;I think around March-April..&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things had been happening in my life&lt;br /&gt;I lost alot..alot.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I had come to cherish,gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;People I had come to love devotedly,left me.&lt;br /&gt;Friends,out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Mum,seriously ill.&lt;br /&gt;Work problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One after the other nothing seemed to go right.&lt;br /&gt;Endless were the days &amp;amp; nights I cried.&lt;br /&gt;In fact..now when I try to recall,I can't even differentiate between the days &amp;amp; weeks..&lt;br /&gt;It all just seems like a wet,wet season of tears in my world.&lt;br /&gt;Well in an attempt to take my mind off things,wanted to listen to instrumentals &amp;amp; started checking out amateurish stuff on YouTube..after a few days of this...passing my days by listening soothing rock classics on the acoustic guitar..I stumbled upon this fella..in YouTube..I think his nick was bitterbanana..yeah he was playing this acoustic of Under The Bridge,which as I have said a million times by now,was the first song I ever heard by RHCP way back in 1992..well this youngish looking guy was really good.Honestly.In fact all his stuff were good..he did RnB stuff,techno stuff on his acoustic guitar too,not just rock so it was really a refreshing change..but somehow kept sticking to his version of Under The Bridge..and after a few days of this..started looking back at some of my fave RHCP songs over the years..please note..at this point I was too emo &amp;amp; depressed to actually be a die hard fan..i was just dying..hard.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started taking note of the songs..like stuff which I had never noticed before..having alot of free time then,coz I was not talking to many of my friends,I just went backwards in time to see what they had been up to while I lost track of them..that's when I came across John Frusciante.That name.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny..maybe when I was a teenager I just sorta assumed that Anthony was responsible for the whole image of the band..I just sorta related everything to Ant..y'know..maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was the most noticeably handsome one in the band..or maybe his long hair just obscured everyone else there..I dunno what it was..but it was the first time I was hearing this name.Ant I knew..Flea of course I knew..even Chad I knew to a certain extent..but Fru?And my first thought was..sounds Italian.&lt;br /&gt;So I checked out stuff about him in Wiki..&lt;br /&gt;What I read left me totally spaced out..&lt;br /&gt;Like,whoa!&lt;br /&gt;This is the man behind all those great tunes..&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I assumed before that Flea did all the guitar work..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I again assumed everything was the magic of Ant and his long silky hair&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Whatever..but I started paying attention to Frusciante..and I was like damn..how come I never noticed this hot guy in RHCP?&lt;br /&gt;Where was he?&lt;br /&gt;How come he sorta looked different now..&lt;br /&gt;I really started enjoying myself a bit at this times..coz I was actually chilling out with a band that I was so comfortable with in my teens..and now after so many years,i still could actually relate to..but I never really bothered checking out Fru's stuff..I was thinking yeah yeah..he is an awesome guitarist,and hot looking as hell..but solo stuff?nah..must be some new age shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me listen to Fru?&lt;br /&gt;One day when a huge fight broke out between me &amp;amp; someone dear to me..&lt;br /&gt;I cried like never before..this was the freaking mother of all cryathons..&lt;br /&gt;I think I cried like for 2-3 days continuously..&lt;br /&gt;I either slept or cried.&lt;br /&gt;After a few days crawled back to the computer again..thinking..not even rock music is gonna help this time I just wanna be gone..and I saw this song..titled Dying Song..John Frusciante.I thought..oh well..since everything in my life sucks..not in the mood to listen to energetic vibes..might as well listen to this song..hopefully it's depressing enough to make me cry more..&lt;br /&gt;See my mentality?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna feel good.I didn't wanna feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I just totally blamed myself for everything that was going wrong &amp;amp; I just wanted to punish myself in the worst way possible,to make this a lesson I'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was playing some game on Facebook when the song started playing..there was no video..just some fan made clips..&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even read the reviews.&lt;br /&gt;Just pressed play &amp;amp; prepared to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;What I did was to replay the song.&lt;br /&gt;Once.&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;Again.Again.&lt;br /&gt;Then I downloaded it to my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;It definitely was not what I had expected,but I could not quite get it.&lt;br /&gt;At night when I went to bed..&lt;br /&gt;I played it.&lt;br /&gt;There in the dark as I lay thinking about the cruel world &amp;amp; the black coils of bitterness around my aching heart..something seemed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to his soft voice my heart seemed to soften.&lt;br /&gt;The music slowly started to fill my ears,then my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I lay there with my eyes closed..&lt;br /&gt;Instead of darkness..&lt;br /&gt;I visualized shiny,glowing orbs&lt;br /&gt;Orbs of the prettiest hues&lt;br /&gt;Lilac..pink..lavender..gold..greens..blues..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite describe what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;It was not even rock music.&lt;br /&gt;More like acoustic guitar with silent bursts of synths.&lt;br /&gt;And a beautiful raw voice that went low and soft and high.&lt;br /&gt;That was the first day a new chapter began for me.&lt;br /&gt;And it was also the start of a very delayed but fruitful exploration of John Frusciante.Fru love.What a word.Yet..so true.&lt;br /&gt;The following days..I was happier.Each time I found something new from Fru,I was amazed.Never bored.When I listened to his songs..instead of images I see colours, and I feel this affection,love wrap itself around me..I started to focus on my art work seriously..you can tell the difference if you were to compare my stuff from before,and now.My works speak of what I feel.Friends teased me.Saying it was gonna be a one time thingy,a phase..a fad.I knew deep in my heart that they were wrong.Bcoz,to me..I think he is the best musician ever..and the fact that there are 2 sides to him,one as the headbanging,body swaying,rock God genius of RHCP ..and the other side of him,as a low key,silent,unpredictable,underground,indie-rock,experimentalist artiste..&lt;br /&gt;to me..that was simply fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I'm in love with the band and the man so much.&lt;br /&gt;To this day..and it's July now mind you,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to their songs everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the songs in my mp3 player have been deleted to make more room for RHCP stuff &amp;amp; John stuff.All the songs,live concerts,acoustics,covers.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to them the moment I wake up till I fall asleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes occasionally I bump into someone who also knows about his solo albums..that's the only time when I can actually happily discuss the music I love...so precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alot happier..I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;Things are better,some things never change..&lt;br /&gt;Like the sharp pang of pain in my heart when I see that person..&lt;br /&gt;I have never gotten over it..and it feels like I never will because the feelings are still the same..but these days..I can handle the pain a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;See..I can talk la dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired from typing!&lt;br /&gt;Hey but seriously..&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I said is 100% true &amp;amp; I didn't pause for a minute to think of what to write next..my fingers just flew..I guess I been longing to let someone know about the reason for my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may say I'm being unrealistic,that I'm shutting myself out totally and it's gonna be harmful in the end and everything but please honestly..is there anything you can do for me?&lt;br /&gt;You can't.So let me be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of happiness &amp;amp; love.&lt;br /&gt;I used to WAIT for the promises.&lt;br /&gt;Then everything was gone.&lt;br /&gt;So no more waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy and I want to be happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have had the patience to sit this thing out..I'm honestly very grateful to you.Thank you so much.I love you people..thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1505.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/1505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-755862372156861938?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/755862372156861938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=755862372156861938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/755862372156861938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/755862372156861938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/since-many-of-you-are-very-bored-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2768328481294670489</id><published>2008-07-13T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:26:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was prowling online for more RHCP pics..&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled upon some oldies..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;Really made me giggle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=peppers44.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/peppers44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony &amp;amp; Fru hahaha Ant looks like a Greek woman in the olden days..and Fru..well Fru.. has a grape up his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=669.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!&lt;br /&gt;JOHN FRUSCIANTE?&lt;br /&gt;he's actually kinda hot in a dress..&lt;br /&gt;oh my..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=swing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaking cute is this?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony..hot hunky sexy Anthony..&lt;br /&gt;Swinging like a lil gal on a swing!&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear him singing&lt;br /&gt;Tra la la la la ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102ark0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/102ark0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got the pie in the face..&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph..&lt;br /&gt;Bully my Johnny!!!&lt;br /&gt;arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=akfru.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/akfru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the look on Ant's face!&lt;br /&gt;Like..huh..what am I doin here???&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2768328481294670489?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2768328481294670489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2768328481294670489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2768328481294670489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2768328481294670489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/was-prowling-online-for-more-rhcp-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2451857477119367370</id><published>2008-07-13T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:54:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;I was logged in to MySpace &amp;amp; the rumour running around&lt;br /&gt;cyberspace..well BESIDES the fact that Angelina Jolie gave birth&lt;br /&gt;to twins..a boy &amp;amp; a girl..pffft..hmph that woman has everything perfect la..&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...Anthony Kiedis &amp;amp; girlfriend Heather Christie have split up!&lt;br /&gt;It was really shocking news..coz they just had a baby &amp;amp; in fact the group is on a year hiatus just to catch up on their personal stuff &amp;amp; spend time with their families..&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda sad..though some fans were happy as hell in the forums..well..Stadium Arcadium was full of love.You have to hear it to feel it.You could feel the love through the words.. Especially this one song..it really made me cry..Hard To Concentrate..coz whenever I listened to the lyrics..I'd imagine Ant was dedicating them to Heather Christie..and I used to think wow..amazing how this dirty,nasty,funky,wild yet deeply soulful guy could come up with such sincere &amp;amp; heartfelt lyrics.Whichever guy dedicates this song to his lovely fair maiden,is gonna be well rewarded..don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;Check out the video..WITH the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Go on. Here's the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwyMYGqEvSg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwyMYGqEvSg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really in love/or looking for love&lt;br /&gt;this song WILL touch you.&lt;br /&gt;If you're bored by it..you're prolly heartless hmph &amp;amp; not romantic at all!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..seriously though..take a listen.&lt;br /&gt;and as for Ant &amp;amp; Heather..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..well they are celebrities..&lt;br /&gt;He is old enough to be her father..&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to sync so well together..&lt;br /&gt;They have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Californication eh Ant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s158.photobucket.com/albums/t101/loujanephotos/With%20Heather/?action=view&amp;amp;current=anthony_kiedis_l5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="March 07" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t101/loujanephotos/With%20Heather/anthony_kiedis_l5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2451857477119367370?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2451857477119367370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2451857477119367370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2451857477119367370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2451857477119367370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-i-was-logged-in-to-myspace-rumour.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t101/loujanephotos/With%20Heather/th_anthony_kiedis_l5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2267836976696985641</id><published>2008-07-13T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:59:12.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;It's barely been a week since&lt;br /&gt;I posted and I have been recieving smses asking me if I'm sick or out of Spore.&lt;br /&gt;Ermm..freaky much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been extremely busy..&lt;br /&gt;The eldest big cousin in our family,Galvin,came down to Spore with his wife Jo &amp;amp; son Shaun.. like..hmm..couple of weeks back..I guess I was too preoccupied to even blog about it that time..but yeah they come to  Spore from London once every 2yrs or so..coz Jo's family is in Spore..well they specifically make it a point to come down coz of her ill dad..so yeah was very happy &amp;amp; excited to see them,I missed Galvin so much..he's like in his 40s!!Honestly doesn't look his age but yeah...I find myself often laughing at the fact that I have cousins who are so much more older than I am,overseas.Unfortunately,Jo's dad,passed away last week,last Sunday to be exact.. after a long struggle with several illnesses brought on by old age..personally,it was amazing he had held on for so many years..so the entire of last week,was spent at Jo's eldest bro's place..mum and I made sure we turned up every single day to join in the prayers..well for one thing,Jo's family is large..she has 7 siblings,and when you count their spouses &amp;amp; multiple kids..well..you have a whole battalion..a happy,united,loving battalion.Compared to our side of the family which is embarassingly small..and not very focused on family unity &amp;amp; such(long story don't even get me started,I'll make a mega serial on Sun TV one day)..mum &amp;amp; I didn't want Galvin to feel that no one from our family is there for him.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.Everything went on smoothly &amp;amp; the funeral service was beautiful..yeah even on that day we only reached home at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the unexpected demise of  Jo's dad pretty much took away all our time last week &amp;amp; after that I was just very very tired &amp;amp; sickly for a couple of days..alarmingly I am getting to be very content spending time on the computer than talking to people!Even when I do chit chat,it's mostly to Glash or Sanjit or Latsy(which is also rare)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..so much of ideas,so much of opinions,so much to say but no one has the time to hear me out..so I shut myself in while others go on about their life,their friends,their interests etc etc.Sometimes I feel like saying..hey why should I bother when you don't give a rats ass to what I say?Well..I think about it but I don't say it..like they do..coz I care about how others feel.So I shut up about how I feel inspired by music,by RHCP,by Fru,by knowledge..I shut up about how it hurts everytime I see his face,I shut up about how it feels to stay with someone who I hate but have to endure,I just freaking SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;Coz it hurts when I start to talk and that's when people on the other end choose to do their own stuff..or interrupt me..or worse still..ask me if I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Then these same people come after me asking me for help ..for ideas..for favours.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts &amp;amp; I want out.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.Whoever you people are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pin pointing someone,rather a general bunch of you people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by the time you're reading this you'd have felt it in your heart so don't ask me if it's you or not.If you felt it,then you prolly did it to me sometime or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also pretty much bored at home these days coz Clif is still not back from Aussie..yeah he left before the funeral..and I chat with him online sometimes..but mostly all of us miss him.It's just not the same without his yelling for food,yelling for the towel,loud football games...sigh.He's having loads of fun though in Melbourne with Karthik , Vicknesh  &amp;amp; Nithin..today the boys are heading to Sydney for 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE ARE SOOOO LUCKY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm supposed to call Glash back..there's still so much to say..I'll be back later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2267836976696985641?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2267836976696985641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2267836976696985641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2267836976696985641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2267836976696985641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodness-gracious.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3774694271757441463</id><published>2008-07-09T05:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:52:02.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hullo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a quick note to say that I'm still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hold on to the party poppers &amp;amp; champagne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super busy,it seems that 24hrs is simply not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that I'm actually still job hunting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I had more free time on my hands while I was working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ironical?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah about to sleep now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's close to 6am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I have another long day today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be back with updates n all hopefully &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by tomorrow or before the weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Au Revoir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3774694271757441463?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3774694271757441463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3774694271757441463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3774694271757441463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3774694271757441463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/hullo.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-8372144574861420773</id><published>2008-07-06T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:39:04.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=trash.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/trash.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;efore I start off with my post today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have to say thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To a very special group of fellas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For that wonderful surprise you guys gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For the awesome treat &amp;amp; gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For making me bawl infront of 50 ang mohs(ahem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You guys are very talented..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Always follow your dreams,never give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The song was very special,and close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you for making it even more memorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For sure,soon time will sink it's hungry teeth upon this friendship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Let's always remain in touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you..thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been complaining since last week to my close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of some weird sense of foreboding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like something really bad was gonna happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somehow caught up in the merriment of last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never quite felt the creeping of that similar feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That chest sinking,throat choking,mind numbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stomach fluttering sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stayed up till about 8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listening to songs &amp;amp; doin stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's when the feeling really really got worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suddenly I felt cold..very cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yet my body temperature started going up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to try and sleep but after an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still have the bad feeling like I was gonna hear something really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just a fkg rotten feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like you know you did something majorly wrong &amp;amp; like everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gonna know sooner or later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Great now I'm sneezing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know what some of you are gonna say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Late night..no sleep..body tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;more like my mind tired ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna go try get some shut eye again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just want this weird feeling to get lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-8372144574861420773?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/8372144574861420773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=8372144574861420773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/8372144574861420773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/8372144574861420773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-i-start-off-with-my-post-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2246681778699229942</id><published>2008-07-05T06:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T06:33:06.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still not asleep..&lt;br /&gt;Was smsing my new buddy.. Ashy&lt;br /&gt;Haha who is like thousands of miles away from me&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunny blue skies of LA&lt;br /&gt;Lucky ass.Argh&lt;br /&gt;Feels like we've known each other for ages&lt;br /&gt;It's barely been a week!!&lt;br /&gt;Okies learnt some web stuff thingy online&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so now my brain is exhausted..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my extra-kiasu note taking &amp;amp; memorizing&lt;br /&gt;(kiasu means..ermm..OVER-enthusiastic,to the extreme,overboard..blah blah..get it guys?)&lt;br /&gt;ok looks I have to tone down on the singlish here.. before I start getting weird questions..&lt;br /&gt;YAWN!!&lt;br /&gt;ok that's it goodnite morons!!&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna fall asleep with Fru's voice in my ears..&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that was as literal as it sounded!&lt;br /&gt;Dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gf03.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/gf03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2246681778699229942?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2246681778699229942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2246681778699229942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2246681778699229942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2246681778699229942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-not-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-233671518311169546</id><published>2008-07-05T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:37:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Been through the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Been through the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now I seem to be going thru the strangest years ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am oddly detached from the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yet never have I craved so badly for the company of another human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't want to hear their sweet nothings but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;just to hear a loving sentence said in all honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;would just about make my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No taste for food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No mood to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Several parts of the day seem blank as I reflect now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Misunderstood often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Biting back my lips to stop the angry words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Never ending test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do I care anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Does it even matter...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-233671518311169546?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/233671518311169546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5778009645762950124</id><published>2008-07-02T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:08:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lame day.&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished the report I was supposed to pass to Raf yesterday&lt;br /&gt;The hp is still peaceful in the drawer..&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it's coz no one's messaging me or&lt;br /&gt;if the reception's screwed again..&lt;br /&gt;but I don't care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather like being unattached to the hp thse days..&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHH gone are the maniacally sms-ing days of yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;I have other maniacal pursuits these days..Haiiiiiiiiiiz.&lt;br /&gt;I been sighing the whole freakin day.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him like crazy and it's pissing me off&lt;br /&gt;Dreams dreams dreams.&lt;br /&gt;What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that ..this is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;To actually pretend to be nonchalant while my heart just wants to barge&lt;br /&gt;out of it's dark hiding place &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;pull him by the collar and scream ," WHYYYYYYYYYY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaaaay.a tad mental.relax.&lt;br /&gt;As usual listening to my mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;which now is like 75% filled with the glorious funky sounds&lt;br /&gt;of RHCP and the dark indie thumps of John Fru...&lt;br /&gt;my darlings my inspiration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yeah so got busy and did a&lt;br /&gt;brand new design..erm would not call it design&lt;br /&gt;actually..more like my creative output..&lt;br /&gt;did a cool frosty one of myself..&lt;br /&gt;and a cool retrofied wallpaper of Fru for&lt;br /&gt;some of my pals..and learnt some new stuff..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just miss him too bloody much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time a song comes on,I either think of&lt;br /&gt;Fru or him.&lt;br /&gt;Him or Fru.&lt;br /&gt;Fru &amp;amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;Fru and ME&lt;br /&gt;ME and HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsession is such lovely posion for the mind&lt;br /&gt;as I listen to the rain lashing against my windows&lt;br /&gt;I munch on a chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;thinking of Twinny suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa...Random.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah did major revamping of my friendster details..&lt;br /&gt;This time was very blunt and very frank&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to make any new friends&lt;br /&gt;in fact wanted to actually delete off the whole damn thing..&lt;br /&gt;then thought that would really be a pity coz&lt;br /&gt;I have traced many of my old pals thru this lame network..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah let it remain..&lt;br /&gt;but I am deleting off some people..&lt;br /&gt;as in..I have deleted off like 350 people already..&lt;br /&gt;no joke I tell ya!!I'm gonna be more selective from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to help Clif with his packing..&lt;br /&gt;he's flying off with his friends to Australia tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Yeah him too!!Flying off!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be so lonely!!Nobody wants me!!&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I have my John.&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5778009645762950124?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5778009645762950124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5778009645762950124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5778009645762950124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5778009645762950124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-feeling-of-hurting-more-is-wrath.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6133009718215307111</id><published>2008-06-30T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:05:40.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been feeling pretty crappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and crabby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and bleahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Waiting for the Spain VS Germany match to start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well lucky thing Clif is here tonight..at least I have someone to watch soccer with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I HATE WATCHING SOCCER ALONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Was also chatting with this cutie Tom..on Myspace..lucky them..it's 2pm in the afternoon now for them..haiz..he's about to catch the match too &amp;amp; we are both rooting for Spain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My stomach cramps killing me..my heart cramp till can't cramp no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my head hurts &amp;amp; it's strange but I keep getting the scent of some medicine in the air..y'know that sharp smell that hits you when you enter the hospital..yeah that kinda smell..in the air..and it doesn't help that there's a cold chill in the air tonight either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Urghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I might not watch the entire match..I doubt I can anyways..have stuff to finish up..and I need to sleep..I miss someone like crazy but I don't know why..after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Toodles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6133009718215307111?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6133009718215307111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6133009718215307111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6133009718215307111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6133009718215307111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-feeling-pretty-crappy-and-crabby.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5696204787910045801</id><published>2008-06-29T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:28:53.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So tell me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What do you gain exactly by making me feel the way I do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I never knew you to be sadistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then again..I guess I never really knew anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Always beaten down by the ones I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Forever downtrodden by my own comrades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm warning you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have been saying this for some time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I seriously need a break from your kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I used to be so happy,and I had so much to be happy for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now there is nothing to be happy about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yet I get real and I get on with life..but for heaven's sake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAVE A FUCKING HEART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There are things that I am trying to battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There are new routes I'm trying to pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm tired of everyone using me as a leaning post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then running away or not being free when I am down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes I am sensitive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's a trait which I do not show out but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm super sensitive to the way people talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Young or old..it gets to me easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and yes I do bear grudges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have gained nothing from being forgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm trying to fill my mind with good things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Trying to build a bridge over troubled waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am not asking for any help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Honestly I have said this before..no need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just let me have some peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When I do say something or talk about stuff that makes me happy,be a liar and agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Don't cut me off or brush me off or rudely point out your jarring criticisms or just plain show me that you aint bothered..because it hurts.Especially when I'm sharing about something that means so much to me.Anyways it's ok..I won't do any of that anymore.Not worth sharing my precious knowledge with people who are just shallow &amp;amp; fickle minded.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You know this thing will just go on and on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm stopping here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I know some people are not gonna be happy about this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I really don't care what you feel anymore,you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have been listening to my traitor heart for so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's only now that my long buried brain is slowly reviving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;With it comes the desire &amp;amp; thirst to show people like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This time with my mind.No longer shall the heart rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and yeah Glash..I know what you're gonna ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;this doesn't mean I'm crazy or losing it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;it simply means that I am dying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&amp;amp; this is the time for me to rescue myself.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can't show it out..but I'm bleeding inside every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It has been the worst year ever..I have lost alot of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nothing can ever make me feel the way I did ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then again..this is enough to make me grow up a bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Have a good Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5696204787910045801?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5696204787910045801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5696204787910045801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5696204787910045801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5696204787910045801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-tell-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7379814936750566986</id><published>2008-06-28T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:30:55.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have officially been using the computer for the past 26hrs.&lt;br /&gt;I have not slept for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I have not eaten solid food since 1pm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard hundreds of songs.&lt;br /&gt;Watched YouTube videos like there was no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped tons of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Put some up on my Deviantart account..changed my friendster profile pics &amp;amp; songs,updated my MySpace,oh yeah by the way if anyone wants to add me up there..&lt;br /&gt;this is my addy : &lt;a class="url" href="http://www.myspace.com/apophenia"&gt;myspace.com/apophenia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated songs in my Imeem account &amp;amp; added new stuff to my Photobucket account..&lt;br /&gt;I put up ratings for email sellers I have done transactions with.&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Twinny.&lt;br /&gt;Watched more videos.&lt;br /&gt;All the while feeling the pain in my body spread and spread.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing to myself but perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;it's a sign that I'm close to a breakdown?&lt;br /&gt;I month of controlling my tongue,my temper,my thoughts,my feelings,and devoting myself completely to whatever relaxes and soothes my mind..it was good.It still is good.Then why have I been feeling so strange the past couple of days?Nothing interests me much,except the music.I talk to some friends..many I rather not talk to right now..&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is..I want this discomfort to end.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm silently battling within myself while acting cool with others.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna break down.&lt;br /&gt;Please..I really don't wish to talk to anyone right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I turn,I hope to see a smiling face,someone who sincerely cares enough to ask me if I'm ok now..if I had anything to talk about..but no..no one did..and I realise that no one will..I'm only called upon when I'm needed as usual..so what's new?&lt;br /&gt;That's why I avoid people.I avoid talking.&lt;br /&gt;It's not bcoz I want to be rude..it's bcoz I am already trying to cope with stuff that may not seem much to others but is affecting me in so many bloody ways...and on top of that I have no energy to pretend to be interesting or cheerful..and it doesn't help that I am still stuck with my own crappy problems..get it?So I'm doin us a favour here by keeping a low profile..once I'm ok I will be back to normal.but I cannot act like before..I feel useless when I hear about others' problems &amp;amp; I can't even do a single thing to help them...I cry sometimes bcoz I am so tired of being tested..so tired of running to comfort everyone..but end of the day..there's no one to console me.&lt;br /&gt;What choice do I have but to turn to the things I do best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet some people choose to ridicule me..and some people get mad at me without understanding my situation..hey if you don't know about my problem,consider yourself damn lucky..that shows I don't go around whining!For those of you who have already hurt me in the past few days..over petty issues..forget about our friendship..I really don't care anymore who remains by my side and who doesn't..really doesn't make a difference because end of the day I either cry alone or die alone.&lt;br /&gt;This post was not meant to hurt anyone,it's just an honest plea to please cut me some slack..I know I'm freaking 27 but that doesn't mean my heart is painproof!&lt;br /&gt;It's  not the first time this kinda shit's happening..but by God I know it will be the last..&lt;br /&gt;Please do not ask me AFTER this post what's wrong..&lt;br /&gt;It's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7379814936750566986?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7379814936750566986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7379814936750566986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7379814936750566986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7379814936750566986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-officially-been-using-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5960947700748675161</id><published>2008-06-27T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:23:05.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extremely busy doing stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow didn't feel like posting in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some thoughts are just too private &amp;amp; I rather just keep my feelings to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not as if my words are being heard anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5960947700748675161?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5960947700748675161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5960947700748675161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5960947700748675161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5960947700748675161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/extremely-busy-doing-stuff-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7678899634625407236</id><published>2008-06-25T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T02:23:17.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Untitled #3 By John Frusciante From The Album 'Niandra Lades And Usually Just A T-Shirt'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dove is a glove&lt;br /&gt;That I wear in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And though I like to dress smart&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have any part of the world of fashion&lt;br /&gt;And you're there to put me down&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick off the frowns that follow me around&lt;br /&gt;I would like the sky but there's no reason why&lt;br /&gt;She'd say to this world with the nose of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Turned up so loud that it rings sings the cloud&lt;br /&gt;I've never been here and though you're physically here&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me away to decay like the day that I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to show&lt;br /&gt;To a world that the only way to destroy&lt;br /&gt;Is to die like a baby boy&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy in infinity&lt;br /&gt;Of the space of my eyelid&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;Where the words on this page&lt;br /&gt;Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,&lt;br /&gt;And it would be real,&lt;br /&gt;And I eat my last meal&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could feel&lt;br /&gt;But now I don't even know if I'm real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7678899634625407236?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7678899634625407236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7678899634625407236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7678899634625407236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7678899634625407236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled-3-by-john-frusciante-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-1070023953240963988</id><published>2008-06-24T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:23:00.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I had a rather mortifying afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Since some of the characters in this episode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;May be minors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No names will be mentioned.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oi..NOTHING scandalous la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well..but it was terrible for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was at my friend's place this afternoon coz I was bored as hell &amp;amp; tired of the computer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;besides what I realllllly wanted was someone whom I could talk to about music &amp;amp; stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bad luck..bad timing his sister's ENTIRE gaggle of schoolmates decided to drop in too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm really not anti-social but I'm not exactly Mother Goose you see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wasn't willing to make small talk..not when I was all pumped up for some rock talk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I thought they too would have some nonsense on their agenda &amp;amp; hence leave us in peace but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NOOOOOOO..they had to occupy the same space we had,they had to butt in every now and then..or talk at the top of their IRRITATING whiny voices about total shit..ARRGHHH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ok nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All that I could still endure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;As my friend was tuning the guitar,this particularly cute looking friend of the sis's started boasting about how she was ''SOOOO'' totally into rock &amp;amp; started that emo shit about no one understanding her and all she wants is this and that and blah blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The whole gang nod their heads and start talking and one of the twerps suggested that they should just simply "rock out" and be bad gals n do what they wanna do...*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My friend and I had already started chilling to some BSSM and I guess these gals were bored..So they started dancing to the songs we were listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then one of these gals..turns on MTV or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yeah bloody rude right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was seriously thinking of leaving &amp;amp; that's when this Black Eyed Peas song comes on MTV..and all the twerps squeal &amp;amp; say ohhh this is hardcore rock!!I so wanna headbang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I ask you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who the hell HEADBANGS to SHUT UP by BEP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;why the hell is that even considered as rock in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Arrrghhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If that is HARDCORE..i really don't wanna know what mushy shit they listen to when they are in a romantic mood!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The scene that greeted our eyes was pathetic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This gals..sashaying and flipping their neat,rebonded,with little flips as they pranced..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THEY CALL THIS HEADBANG??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I felt like banging all their heads together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My friend and I soon had our revenge though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When "Give It Away" started playing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was the ''EXTENDED" concert version sumore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;just imagine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We were kicking back chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; air-guitaring..and from the beginning right up to the freaking sweeeeeeet outro..we just could not be still!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It had been a long time since I had this kinda fun with friends..of course you'd NEVER catch me rocking out in public..but it felt so good..and you know what felt better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the looks on those faces!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Priceless I tell u!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I saw a mixture of fear &amp;amp; wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hahahahahaahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wanted to laugh but I was too out of breath..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I guess they were shocked to see the very silent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lady like me going into some sort of trance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After that they talked in hushed whispers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I just felt good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After an hour or so left for home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and now..right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm feeling the after effects of the impromptu performance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My neck..freaking hurts..my shoulders are kinda tingly and the top half of my back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;arrgh..worse still I can't feel my head..as in..erm..hahaha I dunno I just feel like I'm headless or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Serves me right..I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Should have practised some control..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't even wanna think about how my neck &amp;amp; back is gonna ache tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hehe..but if I had a chance..I'd do it all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I bet it will be a long time before those lambs even think about "Rocking out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So sad to see the state of rock the newer bands are coming up with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No passion,just entertainment..a whole lot of pretty faces..snappy lyrics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I guess I'm just lucky to know at least some of the remaining true rock bands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and of course,thank God for my RHCP &amp;amp; Frusciante..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I aint no 70s kid but I can feel the sheer energy of those years just by their music!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I will never say rock is dead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but I have to admit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rock is indeed going stale..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-1070023953240963988?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1070023953240963988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=1070023953240963988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1070023953240963988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1070023953240963988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-rather-mortifying-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7353232896196831164</id><published>2008-06-22T05:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T05:41:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok 3 people sent me emails in Facebook asking for the lyrics of the RHCP&lt;br /&gt;song I posted last night...&lt;br /&gt;Ermm for the record I have yet to sleeep...it's hmm 5.30am now &amp;amp; raining heavily..&lt;br /&gt;Was putting up some stuff on Deviantart..the people there are really so nice &amp;amp; supportive..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Just to update..my Hp is having some kinda attack..as in..it's fine for an hour,and blinks off the next 2hrs..then starts up again.&lt;br /&gt;Then,my Friendster...well..it's just horrible..I can't even access my profile page,let alone my requests and inbox messages..,and my tag board in here..is not even appearing!My cousin told me that the could view it,so I dunno what's the problem on my side..everything's topsy turvy..so I guess I'm just left with Facebook,or my email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is why I should never stay up late.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving now.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why everytime I see it I just grin widely&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of so many people in my life..&lt;br /&gt;and also reminds me once again why RHCP is close to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now..wanna practise the Anthony dance steps in the video..&lt;br /&gt;HOT i tell ya..he's HOT..&lt;br /&gt;so is Johnny..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..ok ok bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It must have been your funny face&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your paper chase that&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't quite enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your tiny dance that&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;Must have been your angel dust that&lt;br /&gt;Put me on your cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why...&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love... oh&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love... I said&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love... In a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your poppy eyes&lt;br /&gt;That made me step outside&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the sight of tears that&lt;br /&gt;Let me know I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your bunny shake&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love&lt;br /&gt;A lot of girls won't come around they&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like a wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love... I said&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love... I gotta get that&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel baby&lt;br /&gt;You're my darling&lt;br /&gt;You're my star&lt;br /&gt;Lo lo lo lolita&lt;br /&gt;Let her see me deep in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why...&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love... now&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love...&lt;br /&gt;It must have been your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel baby&lt;br /&gt;You're my darling&lt;br /&gt;You're my star&lt;br /&gt;Lo lo lo lolita&lt;br /&gt;Let her see me deep in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stared at eyes in a crooked frown&lt;br /&gt;Make more of life, just settle down&lt;br /&gt;Every single little princess needs a crown&lt;br /&gt;Make more of life, just settle down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-1714728460650197396</id><published>2008-06-21T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:13:48.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jfak8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/jfak8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A firm kick in the pants&lt;br /&gt;This last chance to get things right&lt;br /&gt;This was one time I closed an eye&lt;br /&gt;Looked away from you&lt;br /&gt;Look out for yourself tonight&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to get things right&lt;br /&gt;I never meant what I said to you&lt;br /&gt;To give up all the things that you love to do&lt;br /&gt;I'd never guessed that you'd done me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'll never accept that dance and song&lt;br /&gt;A little time to adjust&lt;br /&gt;Would be just what we need&lt;br /&gt;I've meant to tell you what I&lt;br /&gt;think that you think&lt;br /&gt;When I cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;Forgone&lt;br /&gt;Stressed at the light&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with being uptight&lt;br /&gt;I never say what I intend to&lt;br /&gt;But does it mean that much to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd a close call with a glitch in time&lt;br /&gt;Are you really that happy to be mine&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not disguising&lt;br /&gt;All that fighting&lt;br /&gt;And dreams not come true&lt;br /&gt;I will play some light from the sun&lt;br /&gt;The world by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will see down as a forlorn maiden in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I will play a song of&lt;br /&gt;thunder you may recognize&lt;br /&gt;You make a never&lt;br /&gt;Thats forever&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what you deny&lt;br /&gt;When I revisit the past its a blast&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta move on&lt;br /&gt;I've just let down someone I relied on&lt;br /&gt;And I dont see why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we pretty up that speech&lt;br /&gt;M City talking through me&lt;br /&gt;I've never done what I set out to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't come to me 'cuz I'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;Left out of life would I really care&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing for me there&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the limits that we set&lt;br /&gt;Back when it was out moon&lt;br /&gt;I never made a presence of&lt;br /&gt;living with good sense&lt;br /&gt;It's really not my strong suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-1714728460650197396?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1714728460650197396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=1714728460650197396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1714728460650197396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1714728460650197396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/johnfrusciante-by-nightdivine-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3440511743586489639</id><published>2008-06-21T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:51:43.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;For changing lines&lt;br /&gt;I've got no time tonight&lt;br /&gt;In these times the wind&lt;br /&gt;surpasses the tide&lt;br /&gt;when the wake ups hard to find&lt;br /&gt;dreams make up for your life&lt;br /&gt;This crazy shine it never lets you die&lt;br /&gt;Going up&lt;br /&gt;We become what we want&lt;br /&gt;Again the moon rises up too high&lt;br /&gt;And we don't need the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it is that makes&lt;br /&gt;the world turn slower&lt;br /&gt;wonder what it is that&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel so mad&lt;br /&gt;everyone that talks to me&lt;br /&gt;I so wish wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even care&lt;br /&gt;except I feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is there noone in my life?&lt;br /&gt;time..&lt;br /&gt;there's no time tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wide...&lt;br /&gt;there's no room to see wide&lt;br /&gt;Time..&lt;br /&gt;There's no time tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3440511743586489639?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3440511743586489639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3440511743586489639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3440511743586489639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3440511743586489639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-changing-lines-ive-got-no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3781400401966595187</id><published>2008-06-20T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:31:27.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well my dear Twinny has been telling me that she's so bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Of late I guess I have also been bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In fact too bored to notice that I'm bored I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So for this post shall post some stuff for you guys to read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll try to do more of that in the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In the meantime,the topic for today will be on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Superstitions..one of my fave topics to discuss haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok ok some of these grandma's tales I'm sure we have all heard before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lets just see how many more there are that we have yet to come across..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A bird in the house is a sign of a death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a robin flies into a room through a window, death will shortly follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Light candles on the night after November 1. One for each deceased relative should be placed in the window in the room where death occurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You must hold your breath while going past a cemetery or you will breathe in the spirit of someone who has recently died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a clock which has not been working suddenly chimes, there will be a death in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will have bad luck if you do not stop the clock in the room where someone dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a woman is buried in black, she will return to haunt the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a dead person's eyes are left open, he'll find someone to take with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mirrors in a house with a corpse should be covered or the person who sees himself will die next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dogs howling in the dark of night, Howl for death before daylight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you dream of death it's a sign of a birth, if you dream of birth, it's a sign of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you touch a loved one who has died, you won't have dreams about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A person who dies on Good Friday will go right to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A person who dies at midnight on Christmas Eve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will go straight to heaven because the gates of heaven are open at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All windows should be opened at the moment of death so that the soul can leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The soul of a dying person can't escape the body and go to heaven if any locks are locked in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If the left eye twitches there will soon be a death in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a dead person's eyes are left open, he'll find someone to take with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funerals on Friday portend another death in the family during the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's bad luck to count the cars in a funeral cortege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's bad luck to meet a funeral procession head on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thunder following a funeral means that the dead person's soul has reached heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing new should be worn to a funeral, especially new shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pointing at a funeral procession will cause you to die within the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pregnant women should not attend funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If the person buried lived a good life, flowers will grow on the grave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If the person was evil, weeds will grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a mirror in the house falls and breaks by itself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone in the house will die soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A white moth inside the house or trying to enter the house means death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If 3 people are photographed together, the one in the middle will die first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If 13 people sit down at a table to eat, one of them will die before the year is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dropping an umbrella on the floor means that there will be a murder in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hahahahahahaaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ok ok ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I dun wanna laugh la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;touch wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;next category .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't cover your bald head it will start raining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you shave your head on a Saturday, you will be in perpetual debt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't wash your hair the day before an exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair at no age must be cut at the waning of the moon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which would prevent it growing luxuriantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair cut off should always be burned; it unlucky to throw shorn hair away; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise, birds might make a nest of your hair, weaving tightly, so that you would have difficulty rising on your last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to cut your hair (or nails) on a particular day means the following: Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health; cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth; cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news; cut them on Thursday, a new pair of shoes; cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow; cut them on Saturday, see your true love tomorrow; cut them on Sunday, the devil will be with you all the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTF?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OK OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TIME FOR SOME GOOD LUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Luck: A robin flying into the house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Sneezing 3 times before breakfast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Meeting 3 sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Looking at the new moon over your right shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: A 4-leaf clover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Spilling wine while proposing a toast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Putting a dress on inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: 9 peas in a pea pod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Hearing crickets singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Picking up a pin, Dropping a glove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: A horseshoe, Peacock feathers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Cutting your hair during a storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Sleeping facing south&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: White heather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Picking up a pencil in the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Breaking clear and uncolored glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Walking in the rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Sleeping on un-ironed sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Avoiding cracks in the sidewalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: An itch on the top of your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Scissors hanging an a hook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: A ladybug on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Carrying an acorn on your person will ensure good luck &amp;amp; longevity! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: To find a four-leaf clover means immense good luck, so keep it safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: To pick up a piece of coal that has fallen in your path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck : To have one's garments caught up by a bush or briar when out walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a promise of good luck, involving monetary gain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: New enterprises will be fortunate if begun at the time of the new moon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: If by chance you meet the same person twice when you are out on business. It is even luckier if you encounter him once when you are setting out and again when you are returning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Dolphins swimming nearby a ship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: A naked woman on board a boat is said to calm the seas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: Golfers can have a successful day on the course if they start their round with odd numbered clubs and don't use balls with numbers higher than 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck: To set out for golfing on a rainy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a penny, pick it up; all day long you will have good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok that's enough weirdness for one evening,I'm going crossed eyed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then again this seemed interesting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So yeah last one..then I'm outta here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you hear foot steps behind you on this night, don't look back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It may be the dead following you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Turning back could mean that you will soon join the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls who carry a lamp to a spring of water on this night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; can see their future husband in the reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls who carry a broken egg in a glass to a spring of water (during the day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; can not only see their future husband by mixing some of the spring water into the glass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but she can also see a glimpse of her future children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old tradition was that girls should go into a field and there scatter the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seed of hemp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While they did so they chanted “Hempseed I sow thee Come after me and show me”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Upon suddenly turning round,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; it was declared that each girl would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; see a vision of the man who would be her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbing for Apples -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Each member of the party is given an apple, from which a small piece has been cut, and into which a fortune written on a slip of paper has been inserted. The apples are thrown into a large tub of water and the company invited to duck their heads and retrieve an apple with their mouths. Upon doing so they draw out the slip of paper and read their fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out of your lover is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;select one of the letters which you have received from your sweetheart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially one which contains a particularly passionate and important declaration;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; lay it wide open upon a table and then fold it nine times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Pin the folds together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; place the letter in your left-hand glove,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and slip it under your pillow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If on that night you dream of silver, gems, glass, castles or clear water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; your lover is true and his declarations are genuine; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you dream of linen, storms, fire, wood, flowers, or he is saluting you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; he is false and has been deceiving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes offer a method of divining who will be the first to wed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into the heap of mashed potatoes a ring, a three penny-bit, a button, a heart-shaped charm, a shell and a key are inserted. Then all the lights in the room are turned out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and each guest, armed with a spoon or fork,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; endeavors to find the hidden charms. The one who finds the ring win marry first;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the three penny-bit signifies wealth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the button, bachelorhood or spinsterhood; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the heart, passionate love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shell, long journeys;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the key, great success and power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Celtic custom was to light great bonfires on Halloween,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and after these had burned out to make a circle of the ashes of each fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Within this circle, and near the circumference, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each member of the various families that had helped to make a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fire would place a pebble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If, on the next day, any stone was out of its place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; or had been damaged, it was held to be an indication that the one to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; whom the stone belonged would die within twelve months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween derives its name from the fact that in the Christian calendar it occurs the day before 'All Saints' or All Hallows' Day. It was the last night of the old year according to the ancient calendar of the Celts. On that night it was said that the witches, hobgoblins, warlocks, and other evil spirits walked abroad and devoted themselves to wicked revels. But the good fairies, too, according to some folklore, made their appearance at this time, but only from the hour of dusk until midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If a bat flies into a house it is a sign that ghosts are about and maybe the ghost let the bat in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If bats come out early and fly around playfully, then it is a sign of good weather to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a bat flies around a house 3 times, it is a death omen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel an apple from top to bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The person with the longest unbroken peel would be assured the longest life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If you threw the apple peel over your shoulder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the initial it forms upon landing is the initial of your future mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bobbing for apples,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; it is believed that the first person to bite an apple would be the first to marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to a crossroads at Halloween and listen to the wind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will learn all the most important things that will befall you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during the next twelve months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person born on Halloween can see and talk to spirits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prevent ghosts coming into the house at Halloween, bury animal bones or a picture of an animal near the doorway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl puts a sprig of rosemary herb and a silver sixpence under her pillow on Halloween night, she will see her future husband in a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Britain, people believed that the Devil was a nut-gatherer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; At Halloween, nuts were used as magic charms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people used to believe that owls swooped down to to eat the souls of the dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If they heard an owl hooting, they would become frightened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A common remedy was thought to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turning your pockets inside out and you would be safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believe if you catch a snail on Halloween night and lock it into a flat dish, in the morning you will see the first letter of your sweetheart written in the snail's slime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should walk around your home three times backwards and counterclockwise before sunset on Halloween to ward off evil spirits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on wood keeps bad luck away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a spider on Halloween, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it could be the spirit of a dead loved one who is watching you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ring a bell on Halloween, it will scare evil spirits away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In North America, it's bad luck if a black cat crosses your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; path and good luck if a white cat crosses your path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Britain and Ireland, it's the opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a candle flame suddenly turns blue, there's a ghost nearby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/3745128058629910878-3781400401966595187?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3781400401966595187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3781400401966595187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3781400401966595187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3781400401966595187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-my-dear-twinny-has-been-telling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5621591279517320156</id><published>2008-06-20T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:39:27.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A roller coaster ride of emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So much of anger tightly kept under control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So much of pain swallowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I learnt that if I can't be genuinely happy,then I have to at least learn how to numb the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How sad &amp;amp; pathetic it must seem to many,that I have to bombard my brains with rock music in order to forget how to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Where there is space for thoughts in my mind,there is space for anger,doubts,fear,sadness,confusion.Once that space is filled..nothing else can get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is the way I have been living my life for the past 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Never a day without the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So much so that even on a day without the actual music,my lips form the lyrics to a song fondly remembered..or even as someone else speaks,my eyes are actually seeing some kick ass guitar solo..the faint melodies echoing in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Or maybe ..in my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sometimes my head gets heavy from all that non stop pounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My eyes have been more prone to pain since I have been in front of the computer for about more than 12hrs every single day..either writing away or doing stuff on PS..or watching music videos..or searching for even MORE videos to watch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have gotten so used to forgetting my mealtimes..sometimes hunched over my desk furiously writing away..I rarely talk much to anyone besides people who are very close to me..the music,makes me feel lighter,higher..inspired for sure..but i doubt that I can ever be truly happy again.Slipping on a fake smile has become like a second nature to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I feel as if something in me has already died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wish I could cry for that,but there are no more tears left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know there are many who have been trying to contact me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm sorry..like I said before ,shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wanted to say more but this much of self reflection is already beginning to tire me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I guess I'm not the same as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So..it's back to the music for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A bunch of instruments that can console me like no human ever can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5621591279517320156?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5621591279517320156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5621591279517320156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5621591279517320156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5621591279517320156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3227383900180622200</id><published>2008-06-18T04:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:22:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So freakin sleepy but for some reason still up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Celebrated my mum's 53rd birthday last night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The whole family ..well at least those in S'pore,that is..was present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cool yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyways poor Glash &amp;amp; Jaryl were ill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well at least Jaryl was not too bad..Glash was completely flattened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She spent most of the time resting in my dark bedroom,with me beside her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Only came out for the cake cutting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Poor girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In fact we were out together the day before &amp;amp; she was just perfectly fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The weather is so horrible..I can't find words to describe how damn suffocating it feels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok actually I could but I think..I'm too sleepy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Have been typing the wrong words for every single line..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gonna crash now..catch ya guys later in the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3227383900180622200?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3227383900180622200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3227383900180622200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3227383900180622200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3227383900180622200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-8050723811075557466</id><published>2008-06-15T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:06:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alot of things happened today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lets just say I wasn't feeling very good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rested but not much..and just went about like a robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Everything went on as per normal for most of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Till as usual there had to be some problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I was minding my own business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Till I was called out to the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&amp;amp; was asked my opinion on certain decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well..I was a bit puzzled so I asked back why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;such decisions were being made coz in my opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it wasn't such a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then..somehow the other party suddenly got irritated and started raising her voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was already tense &amp;amp; irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just said look,don't come and dicuss with me if this is the way you are gonna raise your voice...and turned back to walk off..well..it didn't stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had a string of verbal abuse flung after me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I couldn't take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just walked back to my room &amp;amp; started weeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am so tired of being misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There's no point fighting back coz everything I say is always misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I end up being the baddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have always hated people raising their voices at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even when I used to work  in the customer service line..and there was some VIP yelling,I'd stop the person and say in very polite tones that I could only understand what they were saying if they would lower their volume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I find myself unable to defend myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Coz there is no support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even though the fault is with someone else,others keep silent &amp;amp; hiss at me to be silent too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm so sick of all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I haven't even eaten anything the whole damn day &amp;amp; I have no energy to come back with smart ass replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well it's barely 9pm but I guess I'm turning in to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wanted to watch Incredible Tales at 10pm..but forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My life itself is an incredible tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-8050723811075557466?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/8050723811075557466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=8050723811075557466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/8050723811075557466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/8050723811075557466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/alot-of-things-happened-today-lets-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5352661741654143042</id><published>2008-06-15T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:46:15.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I call this little thing of mine, Devil's Darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bass thumping&lt;br /&gt;Heart pounding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The gentle caress&lt;br /&gt;Stirring forgotten desires&lt;br /&gt;Gently pulling heart strings&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the shadow of a smile&lt;br /&gt;On a sad face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The gentle sounds venture further&lt;br /&gt;A little harder&lt;br /&gt;Demanding entry&lt;br /&gt;Chain of memories start unravelling&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed shut&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bass Heart&lt;br /&gt;Heart Bass&lt;br /&gt;Bass Heart&lt;br /&gt;Heart Heart&lt;br /&gt;Heart Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gone is the gentle persuasion&lt;br /&gt;Enter the sharp spine tingler&lt;br /&gt;Flames of ice licking across warm skin&lt;br /&gt;Shivers as the sound becomes a gentle whimper&lt;br /&gt;Rising into a silent scream&lt;br /&gt;Releasing Pandora's box&lt;br /&gt;Mind set free,Runs wild&lt;br /&gt;Heart unlocked,Starts craving&lt;br /&gt;Invisible fingers reach into mind's depths&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out the pain,numbing the reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bass&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Bass&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Bass&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now trapped&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;The tormentor sweetly teases&lt;br /&gt;Eyes close tighter&lt;br /&gt;Not willing to end this perfect vision&lt;br /&gt;Fragile symphony&lt;br /&gt;Rising into a high crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Tears escape clenched eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet tears join the celestial wailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eyes fly open&lt;br /&gt;Hands reach out to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Darkness&lt;br /&gt;The magic fades away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just me&lt;br /&gt;Left with the sound of my heart pounding in my ears&lt;br /&gt;The last echoes of bass gently dying&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks moist with half dried tears&lt;br /&gt;Sleep embraces me with open arms&lt;br /&gt;His guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5352661741654143042?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5352661741654143042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5352661741654143042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5352661741654143042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5352661741654143042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-call-this-little-thing-of-mine-devils.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-761065921670698660</id><published>2008-06-15T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:42:06.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ApacheRose-&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Anthony Kiedis&lt;br /&gt;Song:Don't Forget Me&lt;br /&gt;Album:By The Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovemagik.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/lovemagik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;So freaking in love.&lt;br /&gt;With everything about the song&lt;br /&gt;the beats,the guitar,the bass,Anthony's growling purr..&lt;br /&gt;It feels like BSSM days all over again..&lt;br /&gt;I have heard this on many of their jams but never knew what song it was.&lt;br /&gt;Till I gave this a listen today.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that their live shows are actually awesome..&lt;br /&gt;I usually hate listening to live show audios coz I hate all the distortion..&lt;br /&gt;so I'd rather listen to the original studio recordings.&lt;br /&gt;Not this time..&lt;br /&gt;The live shows ARE A MUST SEE.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the impromptu jams between Flea &amp;amp; John&lt;br /&gt;Like some sort of guitar mating ritual&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an obsession&lt;br /&gt;Will there never be an end&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone understand?&lt;br /&gt;For it is not the rambling of a star struck child&lt;br /&gt;It is that of a grateful woman looking to escape this cold,unpassionate world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the song..the solo after 04:15 is the piece of music I had been searching for all this while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNyd3u5khMc&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNyd3u5khMc&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-761065921670698660?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/761065921670698660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=761065921670698660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/761065921670698660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/761065921670698660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/apacherose-inspired-by-anthony-kiedis.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-4266670921140212198</id><published>2008-06-14T20:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:30:38.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feeling dazed.&lt;br /&gt;Barely had any sleep &amp;amp; neck aches from peering at the computer for too long I guess..&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure why but I feel kinda weird today&lt;br /&gt;Like this gut feeling growing &amp;amp; growing&lt;br /&gt;it's up to the point where I feel overwhelmed &amp;amp; nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this out because I do not know whom to explain this to..&lt;br /&gt;Or how to even start saying anything without sounding eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;I just know that something bad is gonna happen &amp;amp; I don't like the feeling one tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;I have been happy in my own world for some time now..please God..I need this don't give me another blow now..I am barely healing but this time I know for sure that I will fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen the signs from yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt it from the way people were talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Like I was some sort of person to be wary of..&lt;br /&gt;Which I totally felt from their body language &amp;amp; tone&lt;br /&gt;but could not for the life of me fathom the reason.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling angry &amp;amp; down when I spoke to an old friend..&lt;br /&gt;I never asked anyone to come &amp;amp; solve my problems&lt;br /&gt;Or beg them to listen to me..&lt;br /&gt;So after the pain is gradually getting less..&lt;br /&gt;You can't take it that I'm starting to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;When I needed people to be around they never were.&lt;br /&gt;They made me feel so tiny &amp;amp; insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I want to be left alone in peace to reflect..&lt;br /&gt;you people wanna come &amp;amp; provoke me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..just leave me alone for a while..&lt;br /&gt;I am not sick,I am not depressed &amp;amp; I'm not doing anything harmful..&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud,I'm not a freaking teenager anymore!&lt;br /&gt;I am silent but I do speak when I'm spoken to..&lt;br /&gt;So let it be that way for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already sense alot of tension building up in the household.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when everyone happens to be at home..&lt;br /&gt;The tension is so thick that I can almost feel it crackle&lt;br /&gt;I just hope whatever it is..I'm not gonna be the cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing some stuff on CS&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing so much stuff inspired by RHCP..&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YEAH RHCP..IM FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THEM CAN??&lt;br /&gt;U DON'T LIKE IT JUST POKE UR EYES OUT OR SOMETHING...&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WHINE TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;Well ok..where was I..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;I thought about doing something with them in it for a change..&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might though..I could not find the picture which I had in mind..&lt;br /&gt;So ended up doing one of John Fru...&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok fine..&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO DO ONE OF HIM LA..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I didn't have to do much..&lt;br /&gt;just left it simple..&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to this RHCP song..&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget Me..&lt;br /&gt;I had always seen the title but never actually listened to the song..&lt;br /&gt;Today when I heard it I just had to keep playing it over &amp;amp; over again&lt;br /&gt;That's how good it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flea simply rocks in this..Respect to him!&lt;br /&gt;The bass was wicked cool &amp;amp; precise..I was looking through the live versions on youtube..&amp;amp; I came across one..which seriously made me feel a bit worried..at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine but John looked...either high or tipsy or a little eccentric..&lt;br /&gt;he smiled so gorgeously back at fans,waved at them and all..but ..I just felt that something was not right coz he just acted plain strange..and it was kinda weird to see that the normally cheerful Flea ,Anthony &amp;amp; Chad looking strained &amp;amp; concentrating hard on their playing..but I don't get it..John still played his parts..with a smile..at one point with just one freaking hand &amp;amp; the other hand awkwardly scratching his head!!He didn't freak me out he just made me confused..coz he'd be ok one minute then loony the next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arghh ok nvm..I just hope it isn't what it looked like..&lt;br /&gt;anyways that was like some time back..way before Stadium Arcadium..&lt;br /&gt;So I hope he was just either tipsy or really really happy.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we all have our crazy days.&lt;br /&gt;Erm..don't we?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I still freaking love that man..&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy heart but lots of redhotlove from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute..NO not heavy heart..im just happy..happy happy happy that my idol is smiling..and the drug days are over..so forget what i said earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh John John John..&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so strange..&lt;br /&gt;Yet so innocently childlike..&lt;br /&gt;Loved by all yet you seem to hate yourself sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm seeing a mirror image of my mind in you&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird to ever speak out but it feels right just writing it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-4266670921140212198?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/4266670921140212198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=4266670921140212198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4266670921140212198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4266670921140212198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-dazed.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6553821010298771386</id><published>2008-06-11T12:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:16:23.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SE9dOuWVN_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EukPLFHnVUU/s1600-h/myrhcp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a strong feeling I'm gonna end up as a deaf old lady by the year 2045..Or maybe way before that.I have been listening to non stop RHCP either on my pc or on my mp3..if that's not enough,I even have John's solo guitar solo compilation recorded on my handphone..just in case the craving kicks in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hahahahahahaa..ok when I put it down in words like that..It does sound rather bad huh?Anyways..it's just music &amp;amp; right now they have once again rescued me from a near depression state.As someone very special to me is so fond of saying.."Full Circle"We seem to somehow end up back in the same place where we began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok enough fluffy talk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks to the pure rush of listening to so much great music,My mind has been working non-stopAs in,you ask?Well as in..I have started penning poetry again..random shit la..but still..haha and I have been busy with my CS3 trying my best to get out the images I see in my mind's eye..it's not as easy as getting my words but somehow I'm getting close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday I was working on stuff for 13hrs straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just like that.I forgot about breakfast &amp;amp; ended up grabbing a ice cream doughnut.I forgot about lunch till I realised I was starving &amp;amp; ate at 5pm.I kept putting off dinner coz I wasn't hungry but suddenly at midnight,the hunger pangs returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All thru this my pc was blasting away the music &amp;amp; shortsighted though i may be..I was glued to the screen.I've only been home for a while now,I really don't wanna get too comfy but then I have all this stuff in my head that I can't talk out to people..they don't understand..sigh..even I don't understand myself sometimes.So anyways..wanted to show you guys a little of the stuff I been doing..as per influenced by my darling peppers of course..Nothing fantastic but yeah.. I like what I've done..hmm instead of posting my stuff here,just go to my direct link&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nightdivine.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://nightdivine.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ok laterzzzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6553821010298771386?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6553821010298771386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6553821010298771386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6553821010298771386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6553821010298771386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-strong-feeling-im-gonna-end-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3515182681190017209</id><published>2008-06-09T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:49:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SE09-Up_rVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nmdulYeGCSA/s1600-h/Quixoticelixer_by_Cookthechef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209888484843564370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SE09-Up_rVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nmdulYeGCSA/s320/Quixoticelixer_by_Cookthechef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For those of you who have been asking me this question lately..I'm sooo tired of freakin tellin you to just Google it..but I'm such a sweet gal..I've decided to spoon feed these group of stubborn babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For the record,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES,THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS HAVE SPLIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok ok..wait wait..It's just for the time being..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ya know..like how you guys apply 3 freaking weeks AL from work &amp;amp; run off for family vacations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So chill.They'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Erm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hope they will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways..kiddos here's the article..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now..I really neeeeed to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ciao... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS have split - for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Frontman Anthony Kiedis has confirmed the rockers have disbanded after the recording of their last album Stadium Arcadium and the tour that followed became a "gruelling, long haul".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He tells Rolling Stone magazine, "We didn't really stop until the tour ended last year. We were all emotionally and mentally zapped at the end of that run."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cooler heads prevailed and the discussion at the end of our last tour was, 'Let's not do anything Red Hot Chili Peppers related for a minimum of one year, and just live and breathe and eat and learn new things.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the break came at the perfect time for the band: "I was about to have a brand new son. Flea is very inspired to re-up his musical direction and ability and skill and he wants to learn new stuff. John (Frusciante) has been firing away on his own, making different solo projects."And Chad (Smith) joined a jazz band and went to Japan. I'm just home, hanging out with this really cool little kid, learning how to surf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20/05/2008 01:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3515182681190017209?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3515182681190017209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3515182681190017209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3515182681190017209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3515182681190017209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-those-of-you-who-have-been-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SE09-Up_rVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nmdulYeGCSA/s72-c/Quixoticelixer_by_Cookthechef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5704281578401852704</id><published>2008-06-09T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:57:41.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia,It's all about attitude, and you've got a big enough one to make everyone believe whatever you want them to. Involve your family when making any major life decisions. Their insight will lead you in the right direction. Look for your likeness in people who seem entirely different than you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(yeah right..been there done that buddy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Feeling so sleepy..barely slept 15 mins last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Read a friend's blog &amp;amp; it sort of opened up some fresh wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tried to close my eyes &amp;amp; drift off to bed but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eventually got up &amp;amp; started getting breakfast ready for the rest of the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well..it's almost 8pm now..and I feel super drowsy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eyes starting to glaze over &amp;amp; itch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Besides that been feeling pretty uneasy since yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like some sort of tummy cramp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My mum lectured me saying it must be gastric but I knew it couldn't be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I didn't starve myself ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then my handphone..really pissed the hell outta me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kept turning on &amp;amp; off by itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When it was on,I would be unable to type in any smses or retrieve any smses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once I managed to type a message,halfway thru the hp would just turn off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Feeling fed up I just plugged it back into the charger &amp;amp; left it there thinking that maybe it was acting loony coz of the half empty battery bar..2 hrs later I checked on my hp &amp;amp; was pleased to find it fully charged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Imagine my immense irritation when in less than a minute..the hp flickered,then switched off again.Just as I was attempting to read my 12 unread messages!When I switched it back on,the battery bar showed as 3/4 EMPTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wtf rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I dunno wtf is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;First it seemed to be an M1 problem and I couldn't do much about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then now..I dun even know if its my hp or M1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Can't be both also at the same time rite?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Somehow around 11am this morning managed to read all my messages..but could not reply..so chucked the hp into one corner and went about doing my stuff..I simply had no mood..now it's back to normal..but occasionally flickering on &amp;amp; off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whatever.I'm too tired to bother &amp;amp; I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why should I bother when no one gives a damn about what I have to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So never mind leave it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks to this hp,I didn't even get to reply to Latsy's messages before she left for her trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hope she would have guessed my bloody hp back to its screwed up state again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok I guess I'm just feeling several emotions at one go..coupled with a rising temperature &amp;amp; tummy pain..my deprived state is really getting to me..my mp3 player is with Clif..hope he comes back soon..I just wanna upload more stuff from JF &amp;amp; RHCP and take out my lens &amp;amp; SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So now that Friendster is officially LAME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Many of us wisER ones have scooted over to FaceBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Which totally kicks ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I always end up staring in amazement at the clock when I'm done FB-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can spend hours in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quizzes..games..groups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well since I'm super bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd just like to share some of my quiz results in here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For those in the dark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;get a freaking FaceBook account already can or not!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia took the quiz - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/fourseasons/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Season Are You? .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/fourseasons/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, calm, and totally at peace...You're happy to be at home, wrapped in a blanket, completely snowed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whether you're lighting a fire or having a snowball fight, you always feel best in the winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia took the quiz-What World Leader Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="dh_new_media" href="http://apps.facebook.com/worldleader//invite.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are "John F. Kennedy"!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be you. You are rich and popular, especially with the ladies. You are the world's fastest speaker, but your speeches inspire people nonetheless. People love and admire you, and tend to forget your downfalls. Can't beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Patricia took the quiz -What Sesame Street Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; innocent, you expect everyone to adore you..which they usually do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are very talkative and you have got tons of stories to tell.And when you aren't talking you're laughing.You live your life with an open heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Elmo Loves You!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Hero Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="dh_new_media" href="http://apps.facebook.com/whichhero/invite.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are "Peter Petrelli"!&lt;br /&gt;You are the most powerful hero there is, which is cool because you're also nice, smart, and good looking. Damn you. Ever the reluctant protagonist, you play a perfect foil to the show's villain. And your awful family. Who you of course love anyway because you're that darn heroic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What Colour Lip Gloss Should You Wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You Should Wear Mauve Lip Gloss - Smart, polished, and pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok ok thats about it for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NOW I'm really sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Didn't hear from Glash at all today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guess she's too busy with stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5704281578401852704?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5704281578401852704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5704281578401852704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5704281578401852704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5704281578401852704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/patriciaits-all-about-attitude-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6034036572986650590</id><published>2008-06-08T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:23:32.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is what my horoscope says for today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Patricia,As far as you're concerned, the smaller details are there for other people to worry about. Today, you are faced with endless possibilities for new beginnings. This may be the chance you have been waiting for to uproot yourself and start over. You are the center of attention and that is exactly where you want to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm pleasantly surprised..coz that's exactly how I have been feeling for the past 24hrs..hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna miss Latsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It feels like ages since I heard her voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actually it HAS been ages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's just not the same communicating via sms all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Doesn't feel real..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm trying to recall the last time that we actually shared a joke together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The thing is..it's been so long that I can't even remember when our last conversation was.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways if you are reading this post my dear Twinny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know you're gonna be away for just a few days but it's gonna seem like an eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; don't you dare think that no one cares,coz I do ok!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No matter what happens,you'll do just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Listening to Glash as I type this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yakking away some gibberish about the Jonas Brothers or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We all have our own personal heroes I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just like my Frusciante obsession..hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sanjit commented that the name Frusciante reminds him of some tuna thingy at Delifrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't mind..I luuurrvvveeee tuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Speaking of which I have to start planning for mummy's birthday celebration on the 17th..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have some great finger food ideas &amp;amp; maybe it would be best to try them out on my family members first..hehehe..watch out Glash!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have yet to get mummy anything..well I always end up getting her presents late coz that's the only way I can keep it out of her sight..I have loads of gift ideas in my mind but knowing that she is a practical person I have to make sure that I get her something essential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The job hunting is still on &amp;amp; at the same time contemplating about furthering my studies..I mean it seems to be the perfect time now..just need to ponder on it a little while more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gonna have my shower now,heading out with the mumster later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oooohh talking about shower..I just remembered reading about this factory fire in Woodlands &amp;amp; apparently the drains &amp;amp; canals @ Sungei Sembawang have been polluted because some of the contaminated fire-fighting water have been discharged into them..and these are the canals that lead to the beach..that's Sembawang Park ok..so for those of you who like to hang out there please try to avoid the waters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the other hand I do know of a certain person who frequents that area...and all I wanna say to her is..go on..take a dip!!It might do wonders for your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then again..you might just ADD to the pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh patricia..&lt;em&gt;touche&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6034036572986650590?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6034036572986650590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6034036572986650590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6034036572986650590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6034036572986650590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gonna-miss-latsy-it-feels-like-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-8108890012416989243</id><published>2008-06-08T01:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:49:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Had an incredibly busy week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It felt good to have my mind fully occupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It didn't feel so good to be constantly on edge dreading potential job errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Needless to say,my funky ''peppers'' kept me going from morning to night each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Listening to their songs really makes me feel super good inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I had a good job offer from the GM of the place I was helping out at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I listened carefully..and I knew that it would have been so sensible to just grab the offer happily yet..something was stopping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I just felt that..looking around me..at the tired &amp;amp; angry faces..staring blankly at the millions of cargo details &amp;amp; invoices..this was not the place for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So I told him..in a very indirect polite way that I had other plans &amp;amp; thanked him for taking the time off his busy schedule to talk to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;He seemed a little taken aback but told me that he could tell,based on our chat,that I was someone who woule be able to shine in the hospitality/tourism industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was surprised..coz this was exactly what I had been pondering over myself for the past few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Needless to say my family weren't too happy with the way I had handled that situation,but frankly I don't give a damn..c'mon it's my life &amp;amp; I want to do something with it..not just get stuck on the wall forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So I made a couple of new friends,learnt alot of interesting stuff about the shipping line &amp;amp; best of all completed the whole stint without any trouble!!hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So on my final day,which was yesterday,I was pretty much relaxed.Mary came back from a short trip to M'sia &amp;amp; we decided to meet up after work for dinner..she waited for me at Tg Pagar MRT &amp;amp; we took a train down to Yishun..where Koko also planned to join us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Went for dinner..I just had a burger &amp;amp; ice water..DIET remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In fact even the burger was a big no-no but what the hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then I just craved for the Hershey's pie so Mary got me one of those..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I felt guilty but hey..it had been ages ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;By the time Koko joined us we were done eating..and we moved on to out familiar coffeeshop haunt at Blk 925..we caught up on gossip &amp;amp; laughed like crazy asses..before finally making our way home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was close to 11pm by the time I got home..and I really felt tired..as I had been the past few days..I guess its the long walk to &amp;amp; fro in Tg Pagar..really gave my legs a good workout!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Another thing is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;After a long time..I feel inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;As in really,realllly inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;As I was telling Glash earlier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;we all think about stuff when we listen to our favourite songs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Most of the time..its about people close to our hearts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Memories..that can bring out a smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Memories..that can draw out a tear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Somehow..as I have been mentioning of late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I find myself strangely drawn to Frusciante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Enjoyed it at first..thinking that this was just gonna be another passing cloud for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;True the band itself had been a long time favourite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yet these past few weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I have been addicted to his solo songs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't know how to put it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I guess its just best described as..inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't know..why..but I find so much beauty in that man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Maybe its coz of his past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The pure simplicity of the man VS his complex music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All I know is that when I listen to John Frusciante,I forget about my broken heart,I forget about feeling lonely,I forget about anger,hate,pain..everything..all I feel is this sudden awareness of MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's a very beautiful feeling..it's like all my feelings get gently wrapped up in a light shimmery pearly satin soft cloth and I just wanna hug myself &amp;amp; forget everything..just wanna wrap myself up in that soft cocoon of lightness..so surreal..so magical..so everything I ever really wanted... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't expect people to understand what I'm talking about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If you don't get it..really ..it's not my loss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well..I'm gonna talk to Glash for a while then hit the sack..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Where I know I'll be dreaming even before I fall asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Listening to Ramparts..or Falling..or maybe Strip My Mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Love may betray me,music never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-8108890012416989243?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/8108890012416989243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=8108890012416989243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/8108890012416989243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/8108890012416989243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-incredibly-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-45269027205057773</id><published>2008-06-03T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:45:41.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With these bare hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pull you out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pull you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;out out out &amp;amp; away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Away with the fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fill me with strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With these bare hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I drag you out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I batter you into the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dare you to try &amp;amp; intimidate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Off with my damned insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fill me with hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me prove to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I am not as weak as they think I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't they see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was destined..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am destined for greater things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The wanton glamour of this world brings me no joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No money can ever procure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No man can ever satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This passion..this energy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't let it die within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day..no matter how late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll get a chance to prove my worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then..the world will know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For who I truly am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patricia remold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-45269027205057773?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/45269027205057773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=45269027205057773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/45269027205057773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/45269027205057773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/with-these-bare-hands-i-pull-you-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3698439392905837733</id><published>2008-06-03T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:29:39.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ermm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hullo people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a rather complicated day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Barely ate or spoke much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling troubled about work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not easy to be a blur greenhorn after spending years coaching other greenhorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At my current place,the shortest,simplest,random gesture &amp;amp; a few hurriedly strung together instructions in barely understandable Singlish is all the coaching I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It not only irritates the hell outta me..it makes me pretty much nervous to even attempt anything..and I feel so stupid..I long to point my finger into HIS stupid sissy face &amp;amp; command him to spend half an hour to thoroughly TEACH ME   so that I can give him quality work for the rest of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WISH I COULD..AND I WOULD IF NOT FOR THE FACT THAT I'M DOING THIS AS A FAVOUR FOR SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of all the times,my right eye has swelled up bloody red again..it was horrendous..I felt a sharp jabbing pain yesterday and when I went for lunch,my aunt was shocked that my eye had suddenly turned bloodshot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There was nothing I could do.I didn't bring along my lens container,and I didn't bring my specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dunno how I survived through the mountains of  invoices for the next 5-6 hours..all I knew was that I had to get rid of my lens asap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agony..agony..agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today my eye is still battered and red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not only that,it stung like bad when I made sudden pupil movements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It just added to my confusion &amp;amp; disorientation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Which may perhaps have made that shithead think that I was blur &amp;amp; slow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When in fact I was trying to be very careful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have nothing to say la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just took a long slow walk home,dreading tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah I could easily say.." U nvr teach me what!I'm new!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet I know that I would not..my years of customer service training has taught me that such excuses are..not helpful at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The thing is..I DO WANNA KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is what you get when people work ONLY for money &amp;amp; not becoz they love their jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's perfectly natural..I mean I sure as hell would not work for free...yet  I'm shocked at the stony faces I see whenever I turn my head.Save for a couple of gals my age..the rest just stare back or look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Would you feel like asking people like that to repeat instructions again while you carefully jot down notes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll stick to my promise,I'll hold on till Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After that,no more of this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So now I'm just gonna count down my days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; thank my lucky stars this aint a permanent committment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Too tired,to talk to anyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What's the point of explaining my situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The people around me are too busy to listen or understand..and people who used to encourage me now just tend to brush off my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What a sweet life I lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sweet..no no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bittersweet 27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3698439392905837733?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3698439392905837733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3698439392905837733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3698439392905837733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3698439392905837733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/ermm.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-995403632672832078</id><published>2008-06-01T04:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T06:57:30.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Glash on Friday as planned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up super goddamned early coz I didn't wanna be late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in fact running a mild temperature the previous day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It had seemed to worsen in the morning but I just ignored it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I COULD NOT LET GLASH DOWN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I busied myself bustling around the house getting ready,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my inner self just wanted to crawl back under the blanket &amp;amp; rest my hot forehead on my pillows I ended up &lt;strong&gt;BOOKING&lt;/strong&gt; for a cab haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow..I did not quite feel like taking the MRT+BUS ride to Jurong West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One reason was coz I felt ill..another was coz my mp3 player wasn't with me =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah..by the time I was in Glash's house chit chatting with Aunty I felt much better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We headed to City Hall..haha my "ex" working area..and somehow I dunno why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That place reminded me of someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopped around..yeah sales were brisk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I found shopping at places like Robinsons ,Dorothy Perkins,Topshop,River Island &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REALLLLY worth it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some shops..reallllly sucked big time..BIG BIG time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example @ the Esprit outlet..pretty NORMAL cotton tshirts with some RANDOM very photoshoppy designs were selling from $40 - $75!! You call that ON SALE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hellllooo...COTTON TSHIRT $75??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normal lightweight cropped jackets..$85 onwards??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm no miser &amp;amp; if I love something I usually would not think twice about getting it but this was plain fking stupid.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only things $30 and/or below were the very thin material like t-shirts..random stripped tees..in unbelievably FUGLY colours..nothing in there made me go WOW..except for the price tags..you can get those at THIS Fashion for ..8 bucks I think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great Spore Ripoff la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other place was Marks &amp;amp; Spencers'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now this place I can understand the higher price tags..coz of the quality you can get...what I was totally put off by..were the goods on display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please permit me to use this word again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F-U-G-L-Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totally revolting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt like I was walking through a maze of never ending HORIZONTAL stripes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pale yellow stripes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pale pink stripes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yellow tops with shocking green prints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excuse me..I had to stare incredulously at that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was ONLY one top that I really liked..and this was a design that had been hanging in all their other outlets as well since ..January I think?From $98 to $70 and now to $40..which was super cheap!!I was seriously thinking of getting 2 of that top..one in black as well as white but by the time we walked twice around the store,I was too nauseated to bother much that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wondered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They cater to people of a wide range of body sizes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As in from Asian to Caucasion right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then why are the designs &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;in horizontal stripes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they not realize that this only makes &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; people look even&lt;strong&gt; BIGGER&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; shorter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would it kill them to design something in more flattering shades,rather than plain old white..cream..yellow..dirty green..beige?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been dieting &amp;amp; grumbling &amp;amp; whining but I'm thankful that I do not have to resort to depending on places like these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that obviously cater mostly to the Caucasion tourists..most of whom are just glad that they can get their hands on something to wear in this tiny tropical island!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say,Glash and I made a frenzied exit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I'll just stick to the outlet at Paragon..so much more sophisticated &amp;amp; chic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok ok enough about that..anyways I did get a few gorgeous tops &amp;amp; Glash got the pant shorts,top &amp;amp; gold belt that she absolutely loved..I'm such a a lovely cousin ahhh..ahem ahem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess due to my exhaustion,had my calf muscles pulling up several times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really made me lose my mood for further shopping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were so busy shopping we didn't even take our usual random photos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way before I go..just wanna apologize to all who were unable to get me thru Friendster or my Hp.. Friendster was down for 24hrs &amp;amp; my hp seems permenantly mental..I can see the alert that I have new messages but unable to retrieve them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-995403632672832078?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/995403632672832078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=995403632672832078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/995403632672832078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/995403632672832078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/met-up-with-glash-on-friday-as-planned.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7362034268409520807</id><published>2008-05-28T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:06:59.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One..two..three..four..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ready to start a new hour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seize the day they say but I feel too sluggish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was up early on account of having slept around 10.30pm last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was chatting with Glash on my bed on the cordless &amp;amp; making plans for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;our shopping trip on Friday..seriously ANYTHING to just get our minds off the unbelievably crappy time we've been having.. Glash was supposed to return a call to one of her pals and told me she'd call me soon..Warned her I might doze off..since I was feeling a tad drained..all I remember is sending a good night sms to Sanjit then ..thats it..the next I opened my eyes was around 2am..I glanced at my hp saw some missed calls,some new smses..and fell asleep again.. after which had strange dreams..really totally stupid dreams..which made me wake up at 5am again..I then thought..hell a few minutes more..it's been ages since I had proper sleep anyways..hence it came to be that I finally woke up at 6.45am feeling sore &amp;amp; a little bit angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha coz I am the type of person who feels very fresh &amp;amp; alert if I could have 5-6hours of sleep ..but if I were to sleep any longer than that..I wake up feeling tired..why?I dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's always been like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So the moment I got up I started thinking about him &amp;amp; remembered certain stuff and that just made me more pissed..I dunno I dunno ...one day I'm all glowy and sunshiney and the next I'm all fked up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Started replying to smses..sori Glasssssshhhhhh didn't reply you back coz I know u'd be asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was msging Koko and she was..well in her own words,rotting at work..doing night shift &amp;amp; bored as hell coz she was on standby duty..I miss her la..its been some time since I met her and had a good chat..she then asked about how certain stuff were going on in my life..and was curious to know if I had lost anymore weight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well informed her that the diet was going on smoothly..some minor hiccups here and there but overall pretty good..but the other stuff in my life..as in r/ship wise..was on the rocks.She was surprised..I was kinda surprised at myself too coz usually I try not to talk so much about it..and not in such negative terms anyways..but I guess I had to start saying it out more often..in order to deal with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K: why da what happen?Aren't you guys making an effort to work things out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P: there's nothing more to make an effort on.his mind is made up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K:then don't bother gal.make ur heart hard.u will be fine eventually.thank God it wasn't anything more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P:I duno da..I can't seem to..not now..not for this thing..I have poured my heart out &amp;amp; voiced my thoughts..but I guess he's too hurt &amp;amp; has given up hope on me..us.let's not talk abt this dear..I think I'm gonna cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K:Hmmph.Men!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P:Yeah,men.Only a miracle can help me now..its too soon for me to move on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K:Whatever it is..rembr that when God takes away something,he will replace it..won't leave it empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P:...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K:I can see that you really want this.Hope the best happens 4 u da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks gal..I know what you mean but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn bloody hell..why can't I just bloody hell move on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the hell is wrong with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am I so obstinate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am I still clinging on to hopes &amp;amp; dreams that will never be fulifilled!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am I still defending you even as you're breaking me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want my old strength back,my old never say die attitude back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yet it seems that everything good I had seem to have packed up &amp;amp; left together with YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it possible to hate someone so bad &amp;amp; love him fiercely at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why am I so wrecked up with emotions when I'm not a loved one to him anymore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7362034268409520807?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7362034268409520807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7362034268409520807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7362034268409520807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7362034268409520807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/one.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-4677003388627383638</id><published>2008-05-27T08:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:02:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Morning Glory darlings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Slept early and woke up fresh this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been up and doing chores since then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just relaxing and sipping chilled guava juice..2 hrs to go before I head out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes I think too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but actually I don't know why people think that is actually bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thinking is good and bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It depends doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you have bad thoughts all the time then well..you need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wanna know what goes thru my mind most of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well..how shall I put it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My mind is rarely blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rarely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even when I'm told to empty my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It turns into this blackboard &amp;amp; there's a chalk that writes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CLEAR UR MIND CLEAR UR MIND CLEAR UR MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HEY LOOK AT MEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha..and that's just a simple explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Most of the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think about people..and what THEY could be thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think about loved ones..and wonder what makes us click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think about enemies..and wonder how it's all gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think alot about music..guitars..musicians..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I think of music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think of my favourite guitar tunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Which then make me think of.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bright bright blue skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Explosions of beautiful colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Flowing silvers of rapid waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The beauty of an angelic face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The beauty in the scars of a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a survivor of battles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;where each scar tells a story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The beauty of a new born child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The beauty of a sinner repented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The miracle of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even as there is a bittersweet tinge in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even as I bow my head down,and clasp a hand to the frenzied beating of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even as I know..that at this very moment..I'm probably not on his mind,as he is in mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It does not stop me from dreaming about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is there any place in this world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For people like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In this world that is rapidly blackening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Man abuses Mother Earth..Mother Earth retaliates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dream because the world is not as beautiful when I open my eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why would I wanna look at something that only makes me wanna cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think of people that make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You may laugh at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The laughter that rings out and echoes hollowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would smile back at you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The smile that blossoms from the heart of my hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How simple is it really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How complicated is it really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Am I making any sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Does it really matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your education earns you big bucks &amp;amp; respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Does it answer the deepest questions in your innermost being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Does it satisfy..your soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;See..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just in this post..just in this past 3 minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;These are the random thoughts filtering in and out of my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The mind is a beautiful thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Allow it to roam free &amp;amp; explore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Capture the essence of whatever makes you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We need that so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now as I listen to Desecration Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and sip on my not so chilled juice *yuck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thinking of Frusciante's eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The sparkle that connects man to guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and yes..I can tell you that at the moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Screw my broken heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Screw the ankle pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Screw my sadness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At the moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm alive &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the aura around me is glowing..shining..shimmering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my soul is smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a good day ahead loves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-4677003388627383638?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/4677003388627383638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=4677003388627383638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4677003388627383638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4677003388627383638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-glory-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2421461935246005205</id><published>2008-05-26T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:27:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I've set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;oh, let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Comet tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on the science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;All in a rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Comin' back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldplay- The Scientist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2421461935246005205?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2421461935246005205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2421461935246005205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2421461935246005205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2421461935246005205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/come-up-to-meet-you-tell-you-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6762389880988533858</id><published>2008-05-26T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:03:47.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Been meaning to blog the past coupla days but was too busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well..now that I'm finally here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I sorta can't really remember what I wanted to say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Had a pretty lame weekend..busy busy busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Was hanging on the line with Glash for freaking 8 hours last Saturday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hahaha both of us were pretty much mood out that day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Needless to say tensions were high &amp;amp; tempers were on the verge of flaring up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thankfully things didn't go that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I guess the reason why we still continued the strange conversation..was coz we just needed someone to be there..I mean..that was what I felt at that time I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday was even worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I woke up feeling very disturbed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I had a slightly unpleasant experience in the middle of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and for the life of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;could not remember if it really happened or if it was just some nasty nightmare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At the same time I felt really down &amp;amp; lonely &amp;amp; oh damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I spend the whole week keeping myself busy &amp;amp; I even manage to convince myself at times that I'm not down..then wham! comes the weekend and suddenly I have all sorts of longings,hopes,memories and then finally the ultimate sense of nothingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Which led to a solitary tear running down my cheek even before I had got out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Admonishing myself I angrily wiped away the tear and got out of bed before I really started crying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;arrrggghh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm sorry people..I have not been answering many calls/smses lately either because my hp is screwed up sometimes/im just too busy/im just too emo to talk/reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So please forgive me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I do try my best to at least reply to smses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but do not take it personally if I'm not available to talk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just need some time alone I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I do try to be there for you guys as much as I can ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sometimes though I just can't take it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm seriously happy if anyone of you guys are having a good time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;or I dunno la..just having fun n all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but I'm just not in the mood to listen to happy tales..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pardon me for being so frank..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just that I have been acting and acting and acting for so freaking long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trying to joke trying to laugh trying to share the enthusiasm with friends and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but please..TIME OUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;   coz i'm also thinking of my own problems 24/7..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I can't handle more situations..not now anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't wanna seem cold or anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just that sometimes I act so much in front of everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and it's only when the lights have gone out that the tears start falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't possibly explain to anyone much about my situation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Coz I already KNOW what's the kinda advice I'm gonna get..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and seriously..I've dished out that kinda advice to others before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and now I know that it's easier said than done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I rather not hear them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel angry &amp;amp; ashamed of myself at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angry coz I am still thinking &amp;amp; hoping &amp;amp; wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ashamed when I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OMG what have I become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have always been happy go lucky &amp;amp; took everything with a pinch of salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now thanks to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't feel as if I could sincerely feel happy again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah yeah roll your eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go tsk tsk at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know how much of trust &amp;amp; faith I kept in this thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;after a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I am left with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why do I still wanna feel bad when the other party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; has already made it crystal clear that he has no more faith in this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and whatever reasons he gives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know ultimately all he is saying is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"NO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6762389880988533858?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6762389880988533858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6762389880988533858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6762389880988533858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6762389880988533858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/been-meaning-to-blog-past-coupla-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6922746392706996337</id><published>2008-05-24T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:49:08.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/crybaby020/photography/?action=view&amp;amp;current=love.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="love" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/crybaby020/photography/love.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;May seems to be passing by in a flash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wow..the mid year holidays are here already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Great Singapore Sale has kicked off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe a touch of retail therapy would do wonders for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah yeah who am I kidding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;These days no mood to go shopping too =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well I really do not know what I have been doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel as if I'm taking up unnecessary space on Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Twinny is down &amp;amp; unwell again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No thanks to some people who repeatedly keep hurting her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Glash seems to be down as well..that's what I could gather from her tone of voice last evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We still have not had the chance to talk coz I crashed early yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Really feeling extremely drained these days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OMG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wtf is up with the weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know its May..and June is just around the corner..but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this heatwave is MADNESS I tell ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think I gulped down like 4 bottles of mineral water yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Which is rather ALOT for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And whatever I drink..I just seem to perspire out easily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I really pity those who have to go about their daily jobs outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On a much more personal note..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well we finally sort of spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Somehow I guess we were just tired of being so hostile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On my side I just had no choice but to let you know what's exactly running thru my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess this is what happens when we do not speak out at the right time &amp;amp; bottle up our emotions for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know what you're going thru..and I never said it's your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I just wish you'd stop blaming yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know that .. there is nothing I can do to convince you..but I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you understand that what I told you that day was sincerely from the bottom of my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Times have been bad and for me..it's just worse coz you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing more for me to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm glad I had the chance to say what I really think/feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's left me feeling lighter &amp;amp; calmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The rest..is totally in your hands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the way I dunno what happened to my hit counter !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Arrrghh it shows just 1 hit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;where's my 4 figure mass appeal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looks like I have to reset it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh well..Twinny just came online..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Laterzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6922746392706996337?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6922746392706996337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-1042014546029927010</id><published>2008-05-21T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:28:18.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's harder than I imagined it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After all..have I not endured greater trials than these &amp;amp; stood up victorious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I'm 27..definitely I'm stronger than before..right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Apparently not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I never thought that a small argument would blow into such a huge matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know there were things I never should have said in the first place but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you stopped to think..why I would have ever said them in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You were always the calmer,logical one between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In a way..it was your total calmness that drove me mad at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your lack of reaction..made me wanna do something,anything just to get you to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even then,I felt guilty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This time you were not prepared to accept my apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The coldness that you showed to the world,this time you showed to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It hurt..it hurt like hell but somehow I just thought it would just pass us by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After all..we been through so much..this was nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We spoke..but like friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cool..and with an edge of underlying tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was never forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It killed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The loneliness drove me almost insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With no one to share my burden,I spent the weeks in pure frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I tried not to tell you that I missed you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I tried not to tell you that with you gone,I have forgotten what it's like to dream &amp;amp; hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been months now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel your loathing towards me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It killed me to know that someone who once cared so much about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Could suddenly not care at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There were more problems.More fights.More volatile words hurled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To think that all the times of happiness could be overshadowed by a small incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel pain,pain so much pain because it's so unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everything I did,I did it for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't cry anymore it hurts that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I really can't bear to listen to everyone else's words of comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All I want is at least a shadow of your old self back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why do you not see,that you have completely gone into the darkness now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please..please think carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is not who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-1042014546029927010?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-973422389503046938</id><published>2008-05-21T05:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:59:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Facetious and abstemious are the only words that contain all the vowels in the correct order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Adcomsubordcomphibspac" is the longest acronym. It is a Navy term standing for Administrative Command, Amphibious Forces, Pacific Fleet Subordinate Command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Almost" is the longest commonly used word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson was the first video to air on MTV by a black artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Happy Birthday" was the first song to be performed in outer space, sung by the Apollo IX astronauts on March 8, 1969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ough" can be pronounced in eight different ways. The following sentence contains them all: "A rough-coated, dough-faced ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough, coughing and hiccoughing thoughtfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;111, 111, 111 X 111, 111, 111 = 12, 345, 678, 987, 654, 321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A 17 year old girl from Miami, Florida started to sneeze on 4th January'66 ant continued till 8th June'66.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A cluster of bananas is called a hand and consists of 10 to 20 bananas, which are known as fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A cockroach can live nine days without its head before it starves to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A cockroaches favorite food is the glue on the back of stamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A fish's memory span is 3 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A cucumber is 96% water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;99% of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as jack-o-lanterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;40% of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their buttocks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-973422389503046938?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/973422389503046938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=973422389503046938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/973422389503046938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/973422389503046938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/facetious-and-abstemious-are-only-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3108866482959250341</id><published>2008-05-19T07:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:41:19.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's the next best thing to having a baby sister of your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/28348577/1/184723933"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-577.friendster.com/e1/photos/77/58/28348577/1_184723933l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Having a baby &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;COUSIN&lt;/span&gt; sister of your own la!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun at Glash's place yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We were celebrating my uncle's birthday in advance&lt;br /&gt;since it's the eve of Vesak Day..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow no matter how much time we spend over at her place..&lt;br /&gt;We always end up parting ways by sighing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IN RELIEF&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaha ok ok no just kidding&lt;br /&gt;Sighing coz time just passes by so fast when we have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We never have enough time to do all the stuff that we usually wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mum isn't as active as she used to be these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She seems to get easily tired &amp;amp; often just seems to wanna go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well..I guess the recent bouts of sudden sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;has really been taking its toll on her,overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish my mum didn't have to work so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel so useless at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all these dark moments aren't helping me at all too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't ask for anything much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cherished what I recieved unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now,just as suddenly,I have lost that joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No words can ever describe my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No words of comfort can erase the tears that have flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not just from my eyes,but from my very heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thinking about it now,I know that I will laugh &amp;amp; be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coz I deserve to smile too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yet..deep inside of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I'm just living for the sake of maybe another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe just at least to be able to talk it all out for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To know where I went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even a criminal condemned to death gets a final chance to repent &amp;amp; reconcile with God before he's hanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess,I'm seen as an even lower being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's why I have to endure this mental torture every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even as I talk,even as I tease,even as I argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The only thing in my mind whenever I see your face or hear your voice is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7AM and here I am..still wide awake &amp;amp; yakking away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a screwed up meaningless life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I better get going..the more I think about.....stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the more my heart..no no..my head...no no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;actually my very SOUL seems to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHHH OK I KNOW ENOUGH RIGHT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHILL I'M DONE WITH WHINING FOR NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Glash one day you should just crash over at my place..&lt;br /&gt;We can totally have the house to ourselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we'll just chase the oldies out to work hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't worry I'll get Latsy to come &amp;amp; cook for us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's an expert at boiling water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY VESAK DAY Y'ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3108866482959250341?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3108866482959250341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3108866482959250341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3108866482959250341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3108866482959250341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-next-best-thing-to-having-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5745894338096562308</id><published>2008-05-17T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:55:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have been up since 2am last night doing random stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well its 1pm now so that means I have been on the computer for the past 11hrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As usual feeling the blues,but lets not discuss that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have given up on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyways..just when I thot all my fave songs were only good for reducing me to tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I sort of went back to my roots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To the guys who always used to make me dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Their music never failed to make me forget myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and drift to another space,another place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who else but Anthony,John,Chad &amp;amp; Flea..the fantastic RHCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Omg..who'd have thought my obsession with them would last erm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what the past 16yrs??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since I was 11 or 12..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So been spending the past 4-5hrs listening to ,and watching nothing else but the fantastic funky rocksters..and of course the solo instrumentals of the God-like John Frusciante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I never realised all these years..that several of their songs actually touched on the topic of drugs..why,even Under The Bridge..which I have been happily singing since I was a 12 yr old..is about drugs..I guess you only notice the grim side of words when you're really down and out yourself..talking about DRUGSSSS..ahem ahem..im referring to someone here,and she knows who she is..I never ever bothered to check out the lyrics for Under The Bridge..coz c'mon its such an easy song..we just generally sing or yell or hum with it..and replace the words we don't know with something that sounds right..but somehow after reading the real lyrics..and watching the video at the same time..I feel that the song is not just a great rock anthem..there's a very strong message in it....well if you read carefully you'd realise what Anthony's singing about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well..that made me think of the REAL issues out there in the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and not just our own petty issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There are alot of people who actually need to be saved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No no no ..I'm not talking abt religions and all that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DRUGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Drugs give temporary happiness,permanent sorrows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Those who are lucky to be saved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;need all the love &amp;amp; respect they can get &amp;amp; not be rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That would only send them back to the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;addictive clutches of the drugworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5745894338096562308?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5745894338096562308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5745894338096562308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5745894338096562308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5745894338096562308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-been-up-since-2am-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-3615909257118984080</id><published>2008-05-14T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:13:25.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arghhh I have been sooo soooo SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I dunno what happened but yesterday morning I suddenly felt extremely drowsy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This was like around 6.30am..yeah even though I went to bed the night before &amp;amp; woke up at 2am..I dunno what happened to me..I told mummy that I'd be resting for a while..and I had simply no energy at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I woke up suddenly at 8am to find the house empty..sigh..as usual..and lay down for a while and contemplated if I should get up or just close my eyes and continue taking my well deserved rest..well..as usual,I could not do the latter knowing that I was all alone at home so I dragged myself out of bed..and it was only when I stood up that I realised the room was spinning around me..If I wasn't steady on my feet I'd have gone down crashing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I somehow wobbled along to the kitchen coz my mouth felt dry and I felt waves of nausea wash over me.Damn damn damn damn..I was planning to have some breakfast but seriously all I wanted to do at that moment was crash back into bed..as usual at these times I always find myself alone at home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I dunno how long I lay down in that position..felt so alone &amp;amp; miserable started smsing sanjit and whining away..as I expected,he gave me a sound earful for not taking proper care of my health in the first place..then I feebly mentioned that &lt;em&gt;perhaps &lt;/em&gt; it had something to do with the ice cold milk I gulped down at 4am after wolfing down some grapes &amp;amp; a pear..he was like "WHAAAAT???aiiiiyoooo no wonder la!!how can your food digest like that?!!MILKKK?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I sorta felt like an airhead coz I didn't get it..yeah I knew that what I was feeling was indeed the intense effects of indigestion,but I thought milk was good for me...yes or no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arrghh..when did they change the rules!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So after another nice dose of well meaning lecture,he told me to try to eat something soupy..or something like that..I couldn't recall..I was just glad that I had another human being to hear my sorrows..then I hung up..and he called again to advise me on what to eat..and so I pushed myself up &amp;amp; tried to eat something light ..praying that the uneasiness would just fade away...I didn't wanna puke...arghh no no no!!Well..ended up that the moment I finished my food,the bouts of nausea came back.I armed myself with a plastic bag &amp;amp; lay down almost in tears.I know la I'm a real idiot but I hate to puke ok..and I was sad that I was alone..slowly the moment came..I knew that whatever was supposed to come out was gonna come out..and this was it..I composed myself,wiped my tears away..and held out the plastic bag just in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I puked..and puked ..and puked like there was no tomorrow.I was amazed coz I didn't even eat much in the first place so what the hell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well..I was pretty much relieved after that.I was calmer and I felt better but alot weaker.I washed up &amp;amp; sipped some hot water then went back to lie down.I smsed sanjit and Glash called me &amp;amp; I told her I wasn't well,so there went our movie date..thanks for being so understanding gal.. well,then  slept...slept ..slept..and didnt wake up till evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Even then was still having that very sickly feeling..heavy head,swollen eyelids,and slight temperature..arrrghhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm glad that ordeal was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I still do feel a tad queasy now..but it's gonna be sometime before I take too kindly to cold milk again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-3615909257118984080?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3615909257118984080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=3615909257118984080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3615909257118984080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/3615909257118984080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/arghhh-i-have-been-sooo-soooo-sick-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-4033394803012713013</id><published>2008-05-13T04:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:08:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=trial395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/trial395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Was too sleepy to update yesterday..yeah on account of having had barely 2 hours of sleep the night before!Sunday night,just as I was on the way home from Eve's place , I had a surprise message from Ravin,a friend whom I got to know on the net last year..It was a pleasant surprise indeed coz it had been ages since we been in touch..and ever since I changed my  hp,I lost track of several contacts..well was replying to his smses all the way in the bus till I got home &amp;amp; later he called me around 2am..haha..and he told me so many ghost stories arrrghh..till I didn't dare to stand at my usual open window spot in the kitchen..we spoke till about 4am then I really had to go to bed..but in the morning when I opened my eyes the first thing I remembered were the scary tales I heard from our last conversation,plus the wonderful visuals in my mind from reading other horror stories earlier in the week..coupled with the fact that there was no one at home..I jumped right out of bed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hahahaha..was drowsy the whole day &amp;amp; been feeling really low of late.My hp too has been behaving weirdly recently..switching on &amp;amp; off on its own accord,and once it does that,I'm unable to open new messages or send outgoing ones..I can't describe the amount of irritation I had..and still have..over this seemingly trivial issue.Sigh.The same old feeling of helplessness keeps coming back to haunt me no matter how much I try to make believe that I'm super fine.I guess coz I'm already so tensed inside,little issues like this hp matter cause me to flare up easily.After a very early &amp;amp; light dinner,I turned in around 9pm.Fatigue made me fall asleep almost instantly even though the living room was pretty noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woke up around 2am..and been awake since then.As I lay there in the dark listening to the silence in my house,I felt truly alone.What kind of a person am I?I retreat when there is activity in the house,and emerge when all have gone to bed.I tried to ignore the tight knot in my throat..I was not gonna cry!Got out of bed &amp;amp; walked to the living room like a zombie. Felt kinda hungry but resisted the temptation to snack on something sweet &amp;amp; went for some grapes instead..came online and saw that Daniel was in here so had some company..sent him some songs &amp;amp; was listening to some acoustic guitar tracks on YouTube.. still hungry so drank some milk haha now I'm fine.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I dunno how the rest of the day is gonna turn out..I do feel a little sleepy now that I have drank the milk..perhaps I ought to catch up on more sleep..after all I barely had sufficient rest again..listening to my good pals,Red Hot Chili Peppers..no matter how much I love the other bands,nothing brings me back to my teenage years like RHCP.Just looking at John Frusciante play his guitar brings a little happiness to my heart for now..and honestly..isn't that what we all need at times??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just a little happiness..so little to ask for yet so hard to recieve.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-4033394803012713013?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/4033394803012713013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=4033394803012713013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4033394803012713013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/4033394803012713013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7848854813863918986</id><published>2008-05-11T05:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:40:19.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S MOTHER'S DAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the mummies out there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You ladies rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Aunty Shirley!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Twinny Latsy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You ladies SUPER rock!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had so much fun last night at Glash's place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Even Jaryl's best buddies popped in for the celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Glash &amp;amp; I spent some quality ''NUTELLA'' time together in private..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;until we were rudely interrupted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hahaha come to think of it,I guess it was a good thing we were interrupted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Or else we would have sat on the floor of Glash's study room happily licking our spoons clean of the liquid gold..hahhahaaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Glash &amp;amp; I plan to meet up on Tuesday..perhaps for a movie or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hopefully that plan works out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh man..I'm so tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alot of stuff has been happening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've just not been mentioning much coz I've been tryin to ignore the emotions that keep threatening to overcome me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's perfectly futile to wait for someone who will never ever come back to your life again..right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yet,somehow we keep praying,hoping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I feel so foolish..yet I can't seem to be able to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It has just started raining super heavily..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Suddenly I feel like breaking into tears but I'm controlling myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Coz in the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Even when I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The only thing that soothes my mind &amp;amp; heart these days are the soothing strains of the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Been calming my soul by listening to some great rock instrumentals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I happen to be stuck on this Incubus song lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"11am"..it just speaks to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Arghh my head hurts now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Look at the freaking time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm gonna get some shut eye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Feel like going low profile for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Talking to certain people &amp;amp; realizing that my feelings don't matter to them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;really hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yet I do not have the freedom to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If I hear the sentence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"What do you want exactly,Pat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;one more time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm just gonna freaking breakdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Au Revoir  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7848854813863918986?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7848854813863918986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7848854813863918986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7848854813863918986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7848854813863918986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-mothers-day-happy-mothers-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-610518735440941682</id><published>2008-05-09T14:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:55:49.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been feeling rather uneasy &amp;amp; queasy of late..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mood swings,irrational feelings of extreme isolation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask..it's a woman thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I THINK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha anyways came across this site while I was browsing thru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for some low blood pressure relief tips..called "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Doctors Book of Home Remedies II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it actually has an alphabetical order of ailments &amp;amp; some helpful tips,&amp;amp; signs that tell you when you should actually be consulting your doctor..so do try to pop in at &lt;a href="http://www.mothernature.com/Library/Bookshelf/Books/48/133.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.mothernature.com/Library/Bookshelf/Books/48/133.cfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refer to the left hand side of the page for the various ailments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be sure to save this link ..it may come in handy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and since it's titled as a Part 2 I guess there is a Part 1 too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arghh too lazy to check that out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So ..this Sunday is a very,very,very special day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;May 11th is Mothers' Day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What have you people gotten your mumsies eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over here I guess I'm gonna have to do a last minute dash to the shops again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It happens every year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so busy thinking about what to get my aunts that I forget my own mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can't blame me though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;inherited&lt;/span&gt; this characteristic from her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 11th is special bcoz it also happens to be the birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of two very special people in my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One is my dear &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aunty Shirley&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only elder person in my family that I can really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk my heart out to &amp;amp; trust completely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look up to her alot &amp;amp; really consider her as an inspiration in my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another is my dear&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Latsy aka Twinny&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A person that I got to know late in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now she's one of the people I simply &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to communicate with every single day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just imagine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 very special people in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;same birthday,similiar characteristics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;both insanely gorgeous,both equally angelic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I lucky or what?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe its the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Virgo+Taurus&lt;/span&gt; combi hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyways..will be heading over to Glash's place tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be having a pre-birthday party celebration for Aunty Shirley,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since Sunday is just too inconvenient for everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well..so that's my plan for tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the girls did wanna meet up tomorrow to catch a movie or something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm gonna have to give that a miss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear sanjit sent me the photos he took for us a couple of weeks back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ Orchard ..thank u cookie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just gonna put my fave one up here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha..we look so bright &amp;amp; cheery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arghh you can see my fats since I was happily slouching way down in my seat!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/P1010211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-610518735440941682?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/610518735440941682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=610518735440941682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/610518735440941682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/610518735440941682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/been-feeling-rather-uneasy-queasy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6930177224543975266</id><published>2008-05-08T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:13:30.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday went by in the same old fashion ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's so simple these days..I find myself barely bothering to think much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny how sometimes you crack your head thinking your problems are so complicated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet when you relax and let things take their natural course..somehow things start solving themselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course this is my opinion..you don't have to agree with me hahah..but then,you could give it a try..right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well as I mentioned the day before,I went to the library to get some books and happened to come across these 2 books...which looked like local/asian publications..true enough they turned out to be horror stories written by a Malaysian writer...can't recall the name..one was simply titled,"Pontianak'' and the other was "Hantu" ...it had been a long time since I read this kinda stuff..so I thought what the hell..&amp;amp; borrowed the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought it was gonna be the same old random kinda books we have all come across before..short horror stories in somewhat bad English..but the first book I picked up was kinda interesting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pontianak" actually was more like the writer's personal account of stories he had picked up from his friends over the years,and the cute part is..they even had survival tips &amp;amp; protection tips against these creatures of the night..the book may be titled ''Pontianak'' but besides it being the commonly feared..it went on to showcase the others,like the Hantu Raya,Pochong(Hantu Bungkus)&amp;amp; Jinns..the writer even provided some amusing tidbits about certain ghouls..I'm sure we wouldn't be laughing if we ever come face to face with one of the erm..creatures..but it certainly helped lighten the mood while reading!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes..the English was not that fantastic,but it was passable &amp;amp; smooth to read..so for the first time in many nights I found myself staying up to flip page after page..to read about these very life like accounts..what I also liked about the book was the way the writer chose to tell his stories in a first person narrative..it made me wanna really keep listening to what else he had to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I'm sure some of you might be tsk tsking about the scattering of unholy names in this post..but c'mon lah..don't be so superstitious..it's always good to know what you're up against even if you don't necessarily wanna believe,right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to post up some of the tips in here..but maybe I'll do that some other day..it's already past 1am and I wanna do more reading before it gets too late...erm..NOT THAT I'M SCARED ..I just wanna sleep early..hmph..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will talk more about this topic..for those of you who are into this kinda stuff,I'm sure you'd find the tips useful,and for those of you who really don't believe in any of these creatures..that's perfectly fine..just remember..as long as there is good,there is evil..and evil takes on many,many forms.It would never hurt for one to be a little knowledgable in these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all for tonight darlings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Au Revoir         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6930177224543975266?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6930177224543975266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6930177224543975266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6930177224543975266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/6930177224543975266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/wednesday-went-by-in-same-old-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5725896556303256107</id><published>2008-05-06T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:35:42.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went down to the library today after such a long time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*rolls eyes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a fine of 6 bucks that I had to settle too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I thought might as well get it done today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah before I forget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S MAY 6th TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a very special day bcoz it's on this very day in 2006,that I met my wonderful cousin sis &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GLASHRYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sooooooo I just wanna say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY GAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where's my present ahh?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a looooong story but it's one that we talk about sometimes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot of stuff happened and I can honestly say our lives have never been the same since then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey hey..I meant that in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; way ok..LoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Furthermore May 6 2006 was also the first time I officially voted in a General Election..so it was a very exciting day for me..in the morning it was my first time voting,and in the afternoon,first time seeing Glash!!Of course..it was also the first time that I saw&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Aunty Shirley&lt;/span&gt; too after so many many years..and my only regret is that I wish we had all reunited a looong time back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well..better late than never =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strange &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have anyone of you ever felt completely suffocated..as in mentally?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like nothing really happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you're just aimlessly strolling through your days &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one fine day suddenly alot of thoughts suddenly scream for attention in your minds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You panic &amp;amp; try to hit the refresh button but nothing happens and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; just try to escape from the crowds around you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to get more breathing space..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to try to focus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It happened to me today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was..quite literally content..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then suddenly,there was this blankness as I walked up &amp;amp; down the library aisles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the time I exited with my books there was this very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;low vibe throbbing sensation in my head..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was smsing Sanjit &amp;amp; he told me I needed to unwind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when I was like..yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why it happened..I'm better now but..I hope it doesn't happen again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz I don't really know how to explain my thoughts to people around me..and I really feel like I'm headed for a complete meltdown at times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I scare myself sometimes..honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5725896556303256107?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5725896556303256107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5725896556303256107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5725896556303256107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5725896556303256107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-down-to-library-today-after-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5327445181181025931</id><published>2008-05-05T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:52:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After so much of negativity going around,it's heartwarming to know that there is still some good left in this world..and that there are people who really care about the welfare of strangers..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HANOI (AFP) - - Vietnamese toddler Phung Thien Nhan, not yet two years old, is a born survivor whose horrific story and cheeky smile have touched hearts and drawn offers of support from across the nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many people here remember reading about Nhan in newspapers back in 2006 after he was abandoned after birth by his teenage mother in a remote and poor central mountain area.&lt;br /&gt;Dumped outside the family shack and left to die, hidden under papaya leaves and bamboo, the newborn was mauled by a wild animal, most likely a dog, that chewed off his right leg and badly savaged his groin.&lt;br /&gt;Villagers found the boy, his pale and bloodied body crawling with ants.&lt;br /&gt;By the time he was taken by motorcycle to the nearest hospital, 72 hours had passed and yet, miraculously, the child survived.&lt;br /&gt;Hospital staff amputated his leg at the hip and stabilised his condition, and visiting Buddhist monks named him Thien Nhan or "good person".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After two months local authorities, inexplicably, sent him back to his family, into the care of his grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;The case disappeared from the news. Many people presumed the boy had died.&lt;br /&gt;But Tran Mai Anh, a 35-year-old Hanoi journalist, couldn't stop thinking about Nhan, tormented at night by visions of what had become of him.&lt;br /&gt;Her worst fears would turn out to be true.&lt;br /&gt;When, after months of research, she tracked him down in December in his family hut, he was badly neglected, dirty, anaemic and suffering diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;She took him to a medical centre and, a month ago, adopted him, together with her husband and fellow journalist Phung Quang Nghinh.&lt;br /&gt;They took him back to Hanoi, where Nhan was treated for free at the French-Vietnamese hospital.&lt;br /&gt;VietCot, a German-funded charity, hand-crafted a prosthetic leg, urgently needed to stop further damage to Nhan's body -- the first of many that he will need as he grows.&lt;br /&gt;His adoptive parents have contacted international hospitals about the plastic surgery and hormone therapy Nhan will need to lead a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;News quickly spread in the media, on Internet forums and in offices.&lt;br /&gt;Many hundreds emailed and visited the family house in Hanoi's Old Quarter, bringing toys, baby clothes and their own children to play with Nhan.&lt;br /&gt;"Many people came just to have a look because they couldn't believe he was alive," said Mai Anh. "Everyone is offering to help. I didn't know there are so many good people.&lt;br /&gt;"One old woman from the countryside came and insisted on giving us the little money she could spare. She wanted to see Nhan before her eye operation, in case something happened and she couldn't see him afterwards."&lt;br /&gt;Friends set up an online diary at &lt;a href="http://www.help-thien-nhan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.help-thien-nhan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and an account for donations to help cover the child's surgery and therapy bills, expected to run into the tens of thousands of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;At first Nhan hid in corners, cried and only slept sitting up.&lt;br /&gt;"He ate bananas and cold rice, that's all he knew," said Mai Anh. "He didn't know what toys were, they were meaningless to him. We put him in front of the TV, but it seemed like the television set was invisible to him."&lt;br /&gt;After a month with his new family, Nhan was cheerfully greeting visitors this week, playing with toys, and swaying on his new leg to the tune of his new big brother Minh, 8, playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;"His emotions still change, but he's so much happier," said Mai Anh. "Now he eats everything," she added with mock exasperation. "He's getting fat!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=miracleboynews.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/miracleboynews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5327445181181025931?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5327445181181025931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5327445181181025931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5327445181181025931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5327445181181025931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/05/hanoi-afp-vietnamese-toddler-phung.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2501931023871052824</id><published>2008-05-05T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:04:09.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went to watch Ironman on Saturday with Mary,Debra &amp;amp; Sanjit..&lt;br /&gt;It was all like a last minute sorta plan actually but somehow we managed to make it..&lt;br /&gt;What can I say..NO REGRETS watching the movie at all!!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before,one of the main reasons I was hyped up about the film was coz Robert Downey Jr was gonna play the lead role of Ironman..and I still say now..he pulled it off superbly..&lt;br /&gt;Such subtle expert acting..why..it doesn't even feel like he's acting at all..that's how natural he was..then again..its the notorious yet lovable RDJ we're talking about..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time watching the movie,there were several hilarious moments in the movie..great visual effects..and great soundtrack of course..our only gripes were that we got one of the smallest halls in GV Yishun and the seats were so damn cramped..Sanjit,who had travelled all the way to catch the movie with us at Yishun was grumbling about it for a while..haha I don't blame him...next to us,Mary &amp;amp; Debz were in their own world,discussing the movie in hushed theatrical whispers..&lt;br /&gt;After the movie,Mary &amp;amp; myself being the ever caring,and considerate Yishunites,made sure Debz &amp;amp; Sanjit got onto their respective cabs before we took a slow walk back to our block of flats..&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Saturday night went on pretty much fine..simple but fun..&lt;br /&gt;In the daytime..I was in a horrificly downcast mood..&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my Photoshop and began doing all sorts of stuff..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but I love photo manipulations..&lt;br /&gt;Especially of myself..&lt;br /&gt;Which is why you'd always find several of my photos in strange,almost dark like settings..&lt;br /&gt;Others find them eerie...to me that is peace &amp;amp; comfort..&lt;br /&gt;So on that moody Saturday morning I sat at the computer..&lt;br /&gt;and after a whole lot of discarded ideas &amp;amp; stuff..&lt;br /&gt;came up with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=trial375mycoldlove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/trial375mycoldlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It took me 2hrs..not because it was super difficult or anything...nah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's because the photo that I had taken was somewhat of a cheery one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A nice bright one,with lots of colours &amp;amp; sunlight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It took me quite some time to decide to destroy the colours completely &amp;amp; after that the rest just came easily..for those of you who don't get it..its reallly OK..don't bother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is how I felt that day at that point of time,and this is the final result of my attempt to portray my feelings visually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not TRYING to be daaaark,or gothic,or emo here,in fact I used some really pretty sparkles in here to enhance the beauty of the coldness...so yeah..I am never interested in what others think they MIGHT know of me..hahaha..coz the truth is..no one does..but don't ASSUME and TALK ok?The later part of the day I actually felt better coz I started to listen to the old MJ tracks that I loved so much back then as a teenager..and watching some of the videos,which I had watched as a lonely,anti-social, teenager..really..shook me out of my sombre mood..I remembered the days when nothing but music mattered to me..and it was all abt MJ..in fact it's bcoz of his diverse range of talents,that I actually branched out easily into the other genres of music..so MJ was pretty much the reason for my salvation on Saturday hahahaaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sunday was pretty much uneventful..I woke up at 8.30am and I can't even recall what I did..I remember having a bit of breakfast then heading to the computer..I tell you..I have been on the computer for at least 12-15hrs each day without fail for the past 3 weels..it's really bad..but I just don't feel like talking much to anyone about anything..I'm hurt enough..I don't wanna be trying to force myself to act on top of all that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Volunteered to prepare lunch while mum rested..then spent time doing the cleaning up,washing up etc etc..by the time I went to take a well deserved looong shower my body was aching..I was seriously tired from all the time I've spent at the computer,insufficient sleep,lack of appetite &amp;amp; nutrients..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After having said that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tonight is the first night in many days that I'm still up at this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dunno why..I'm tired but I just keep doing all this little,unnecessary things just to stall time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's almost 3am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think I shall go to bed now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm didn't hear from Twinny at all today..I do remember msging her though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Arrghh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't you dare MIA on me now Twinny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will send the Gurkhas to comb your ulu Westside!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Au Revoir darlings...will I ever be happy again..I don't wanna wait anymore..there isn't enough time..I miss the old days..when we knew everything would be alright..why don't you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2501931023871052824?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6832230726627006216</id><published>2008-05-03T06:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:22:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to bed at 8.30pm last night after my very depressing blog entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I had smses &amp;amp; incoming calls but I was waaay too tired to fumble for the hp in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Woke up bright and alert at 2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since then been aimlessly wandering about the house,doing menial chores..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Watched Fright Night on HBO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;damn..those cheesy vampire movies of the 80s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahhahaa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Scrubbing my face and moisturizing THEN absent mindedly washing it AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Felt like the big guy up there in heaven was actually laughing at me when I did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just like the time my friend bought me a can of Pepsi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thinking of God-knows-what..I absent mindedly pulled off the metal tab,walked to the rubbish bin,and coolly threw the whole can of Pepsi away..and stood there with just the metal tab on my finger...and went like..," Ermmmmmmm.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will never forget the expression on my pal's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahaa so yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I could just keep up this goofy outlook for the rest of today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I seriously toyed with the idea of visiting a shrink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's how preoccupied my mind has been lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not to mention..the sudden repulsion towards food,the changes in sleeping pattern,and honestly just a general lack of interest in anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel like I have lost my spark,my fighting spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel so utterly defeated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At this point of time I really would wanna mention in this post about someone special who has been hearing me out,and being frank in her opinions,no matter how hurtful they may sound..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my dear Twinny..I hate to be whining to you all the time..but seriously you're the only one who sorta knows what I'm going thru right now..I can't talk to anyone else but you..honestly I am lucky that I am still standing strong now,coz if not for you,I would have withered from the magnitude of the sudden isolation thrust upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been strong before,but now..I don't want to be strong.If I'm strong..someone's gonna make me fall again and it's just too painful to keep trying again and again..I've been seriously doing that all the while..punishing myself for the mistakes others made..blaming myself.This time..I don't wanna push myself forward..I'm just so so so tired of all the hoping &amp;amp; waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Twinny,all the same,thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It means alot to me,to have someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The reason why I'm avoiding most of my friends,is bcoz no one knows what I'm going thru,and I don't wish to keep repeating my story,it just plain hurts..at the same time it's not easy for me to look at them so happy &amp;amp; cheerful and try to play act along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With you I don't have to act &amp;amp; I can just be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though we are many years apart,I have never felt the age gap at all..there are many who only see your faults but fail to realize your strengths &amp;amp; perseverance..I want you to know that you are not only beautiful on the outside,your pure gold on the inside.In you,I find a likeness of myself,and I see the inner child in you as I do in myself.Yet,we are often misunderstood by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you for coming into my life..I have lost alot..I pray that I will never lose such a good friend in my life,and I want you to know that no matter what happens,I will always be around for you..I will never say this to others again,but to you,I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Au Revoir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6832230726627006216?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6832230726627006216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-7006244405722388432</id><published>2008-05-02T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:23:15.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe if our paths had never crossed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we may not be this miserable today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could go back to the past &amp;amp; turn back time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I would still want to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if I had to face all the darkness all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I make you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you were the only sanity for me,in this mad,materialistic world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The questions that were asked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tears that were shed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could you not see that it was all done for love,and nothing less?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you stand,steadfast in your decision,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you have done the rightful thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you have the heart to just crush me,kick me aside &amp;amp; move on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have hurt me to the very core with your chilling words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried rivers &amp;amp; rivers for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may have asked you for a clue,but you gave me a sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A death sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I ever torture you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I not listen to your words? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I never ever understood your darkness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I ever pushed you away seeking greener pastures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now there's nothing left to be said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have said all that there is to be said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much more can I cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The game of love..I have never bothered with or understood at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I'm caught late in the game,I can't get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you said,or did doesn't even matter anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that matters is the fact that you said,the love is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see you,sitting there smiling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is nothing I can do now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I am nothing in your life now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dare not look into your eyes because I know that I would not look away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too many questions left unanswered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so much,so much like never before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you for having the heart to hurt me so badly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again I love you more than anything else in the entire world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all the emotions that I have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you now, have none for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what's killing me slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have given up hope,people around me have given up hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the hope I'm keeping inside is now turning toxic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poisoning my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still I hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz no matter what you say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter what you WANT to think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how much you despise me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know in your hearts of hearts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I would never ever stop loving you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEVER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7006244405722388432?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7006244405722388432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept at 8pm yesterday after being out the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whole afternoon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was absent mindedly doing some shopping before coming back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had planned to get some &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tops,bags,belts&lt;/span&gt; but somehow only ended buying tops..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weight loss is&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt;..but it doesn't do any justice to my current staples of black fitting skirts,and fitting tops coz now I look &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;deflated and shabby&lt;/span&gt; in them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS THE LAST FREAKING DAY OF BLOODY APRIL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Suren&lt;/span&gt; after a long,long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back from his world tour haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a fun time yakking away &amp;amp; as usual he couldn't keep up with my nonsense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad dude!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, woke up at 4am today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didnt wake up for dinner so was ravenous this morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came in here to check my mails &amp;amp; update some stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then watched some TV..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I go on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just gonna throw myself into some personal project that I'm working on &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe head down to the library..maybe meet up with Suren for some lunch or tea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the meantine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please please please try to understand if im not available always..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My handphone is really screwed up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been getting alot of harsh words from relatives &amp;amp; friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about being uncontactable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look,if you can't get me on the hp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe you'd wanna try me at home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just check if I'm alive or dead maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That day my aunt griped to another aunt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about how she tried to call me several times and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she had to keep hearing the music..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She also said..now that I'm job hunting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and any prospective employer were to call me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm either unreachable or they have to hear the displeasing(according to her)song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to get job like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like..is this a very big issue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most people have bye-bye ringtones now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's music not noise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARRRGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't change it just because YOU don't like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So guess who's flying into town today eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll59/tadshots/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ironman_galleryposter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ironman poster" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll59/tadshots/ironman_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahhhh its long anticipated Ironman!!&lt;br /&gt;Or as my dear friend mary calls it.."Irumbu Manithan"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's opening today..Koko was checking out if we were all free to meet up with her &amp;amp; John for the movie today but I already had a prior appointment &amp;amp; Sanjit also would be busy with work..so had to say no..dunno about Mary though..I know John would be dying to watch the movie haha he could barely wait for the release..Oh well..hope they have fun..hmm except maybe for Koko..who can't stand this superhero flicks..hahaha..yeah she's a real &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;laaaydeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I dunno about you guys...but this song has been stuck in my head for ages..its a surprisingly good song..from Colby O Donis(who's that rite?) and it features Akon..I love Akon's signature sound..it's just so cool..here..do check it out..I'm sure you'll like it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qL2q1Dta0Mo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qL2q1Dta0Mo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Niceeeeeee???Not bad right..doncha feel like groovin already??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7435871002243724055?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7435871002243724055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7435871002243724055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7435871002243724055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7435871002243724055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/disclaimer-this-is-gonna-be-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-1512202549158387394</id><published>2008-04-29T04:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:24:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes yes yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a bloody long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been trying to avoid coming in here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My luck continues to be bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell is with April anyways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I console myself that things couldn't get any worse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wham!bam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit happens rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I know..but how much can a person endure in a freaking month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;week in week out??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See,this was why I didn't wanna come in here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have nothing but bad news,worse news..and rotten news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The latest has to be the worst ever and mind you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I grumble in here..I can't even begin to explain to you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how miserable I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna go into details..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just say there is this special person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone who came into your life,and made that difference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The person is so close to you,you practically know his habits &amp;amp; mannerisms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along the way,there are squabbles..fights..cold wars even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow these negativities do not linger on for long..and before long life is always merry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then comes..this f**king April..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which seems to have brought out the worst in not only me,but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;many around me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When there is again a little squabble with this special friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time though..the squabble grows out of proportion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heated words are exchanged..each trying to provoke the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what they say abt heated words uttered in haste and all that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I felt bad later and I did try to apologize..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes even though I had recieved harsh words too,I felt that it was my fault to have started it in the first place when I should have just kept my itchy mouth shut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The apology wasn't accepted and that made me annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The misunderstanding continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the days I kept waiting for that familiar sense of relief when one has when problems are settled..but all I had in me were very,very bad gut feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried..after a while..to swallow my pride and go on and talk as if nothing had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It disturbed me though..that the issue had never been settled..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes..when my confusion got the worst of me..I'd try to ask him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each and every time I'd be met with a cold reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were many nights this month that I went to bed tired &amp;amp; upset..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this problem was like my worst nightmare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt that my closeness with this person was crumbling beneath my shaky hands..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual..my mind..already filled with so much from other issues..was not at rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were times when I thought I would go crazy from thinking &amp;amp; thinking and not having anyone to confide my fears to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the final straw came when I had an argument at home over some trivial issue..it triggered off all the stress,and anger &amp;amp; confusion that I had already been surpressing under a smile for so long..I broke down and cried and cried.It seemed that I would never be able to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night I typed out one of the longest messages ever to my friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asking him to please,please put a closure to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was upset and made myself totally cold &amp;amp; numb the next day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only normal thing I did was to go to church..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides that I was out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I finally did see the reply to my message..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly..I think my heart literally shattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like..it shattered and the pieces were made of some nasty sharp stuff which just pierced right thru my entire soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I read the message the waterworks started again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so so so so so upset..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had in fact,asked for a closure ON THE ISSUE WE FOUGHT ABOUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However,my friend..had put a closure on US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all anger &amp;amp; sadness..I wrote a reply several times..only to erase it all and start over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to maintain my pride..how much could I give in ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even wanna continue talking abt this now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday..my friend..who had been so kind and caring to me since day 1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how much I annoyed him..scolded me as if I was a criminal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never got any replies to the questions I asked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the same old phrases again and again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway this is what I'm going thru right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't forget this thing..so easily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a person who keeps buddies close to my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for someone who was more than a buddy to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really respected &amp;amp; cherished him alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet..now in his eyes I'm seen as some blemish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurts me deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing that's holding me back from seeing him face to face is my pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have had enough of crying but I know that with this person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of my life..the dark times have only just begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry if I have yet to reply to emails,messages,smses,calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glash..i guess after reading this you know what im going thru..im sorry gal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over the weekend I wasn't myself..i did not even realise so many ppl were calling me..anyways i didn't wanna talk abt my sad stuff and make you bored gal..so well..at least here u have a choice whether u wanna read or not...hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twinny..I been so upset that I did not even blog about the wonderful time we had at your crib last Friday!It was fun meeting with the whole family..too bad the time flew by so fast!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well at least now I know what to get for you guys next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PASTRIES,COOKIES,CHOCS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad im on my stupid diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twinny thanks for being there,though you have so much of stress..you never fail to lend a listening ear..thank you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its almost 5am..I'm back to my old bad habits again..I just can't seem to focus my mind is so sapped of energy..all I want is to be like before..I'm so f**king miserable ya'll!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-1512202549158387394?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1512202549158387394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=1512202549158387394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1512202549158387394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1512202549158387394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-yes-yes-its-been-bloody-long-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-5931411979421215701</id><published>2008-04-23T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:24:46.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I was just randomly surfing the net after 2 awesomely irritating interviews in afternoon..and my dear pal sanjit comes online and sends me this link..asking me to watch the video..I opened it &amp;amp; gasp!!&lt;br /&gt;Ghost sighting in Raffles Place?&lt;br /&gt;Here..watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/poSYwC0jx5E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/poSYwC0jx5E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like..OMG..&lt;br /&gt;then I was like...&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;then I was like..bloody hell..fake la!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha well I dunno but for those of you who wanna&lt;br /&gt;see what others have to comment.. and wanna contribute..&lt;br /&gt;here's the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rafflesplaceghost.net/blog/"&gt;http://www.rafflesplaceghost.net/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about paranormal stuff,&lt;br /&gt;it was just last night that I was telling Twinny&lt;br /&gt;I felt like watching some horror stuff &amp;amp; we should check out&lt;br /&gt;YouTube like what we used to do before..&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we forgot about it but now thanks to Sanjit,&lt;br /&gt;I've got my nose buried in YouTube trying to source out&lt;br /&gt;anything to make me shiver in fright..&lt;br /&gt;Talking of which..here's another clip that Sanjit sent me..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you guys,but the one near the end of the clip..&lt;br /&gt;about the car accident..&lt;br /&gt;NOW that creeped me out!!&lt;br /&gt;Watch kiddos watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdzU_dhfgAY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdzU_dhfgAY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-5931411979421215701?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5931411979421215701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=5931411979421215701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5931411979421215701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/5931411979421215701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-here-i-was-just-randomly-surfing-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-6752163805256302942</id><published>2008-04-22T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:25:04.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stress Stress Stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not work stress but FINDING proper work stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stressed at home too with mum still very weak &amp;amp; me tending to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish there was more I could do to help her but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardly had much time to come online save for late nights..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even then my poor mum would be restless &amp;amp; awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just relaxing,trying to be more positive &amp;amp; just take it easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much to do,so little time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I wanna get started on something,a major obstacle stands in my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wish this dark period would be over &amp;amp; done with soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate rotting in the dark here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Twinny has also been very sick &amp;amp; mood out lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm planning to meet her this week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*stares daggers at Twinny*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better come out &amp;amp; play with me ok!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arghhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHILL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about relaxing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if you guys came across the recent news report of a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tortoise that smokes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's freaking true ok!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;According to the report,this tortoise,from Beijing,China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is even addicted to nictotine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All thanks to it's wondeful owner,who proudly said that he once teasingly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;placed a lit cigarette butt into it's mouth &amp;amp; it surprisingly finished smoking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now both owner &amp;amp; pet share their smokes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will they think of next!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-6752163805256302942?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6752163805256302942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=6752163805256302942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwyPI-zKqRs&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwyPI-zKqRs&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="380" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-7345120288164865100?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7345120288164865100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=7345120288164865100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7345120288164865100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/7345120288164865100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_4024.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-199503959219525748</id><published>2008-04-20T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:25:23.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a fun or should I say funny evening today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed down to Orchard to meet SanjitJohn,Koko &amp;amp; Mary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sanjit had never met John &amp;amp; Koko before so we girls thought it was high time we got togther.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with John &amp;amp; Koko @ Billy Bombers first..Sanjit came soon after and our dear Ms Mary was the last to arrive..and after declaring that she wanted to eat pasta..we moved on ahead to check out the movies @ Cineleisure..too bad..either the earliest shows were already sold out or the next time slots..slightly before midnight were almost sold out..so while watching Sanjit &amp;amp; Mary attack their food with gusto @ the very cramped Pastamania..we decided to head down to Yishun..to catch a movie...haha..We caught Forbidden Kingdom!It was super awesome..in fact I have no complaints about the movie @ all! The combo of Jackie Chan &amp;amp; Jet Li was just fantastic..we were treated to alot of wisecracks from the two incredible actors,as well as some superb martial arts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The movie ended around 1.20am..and we stood around &amp;amp; discussed the movie &amp;amp; the next upcoming movie..IRON MAN!!!yeaaaaaahhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must admit at first I wasn't too much into the Iron Man hype..even after Sanjit had shown me the trailer online...then why the sudden enthusiasm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly..the Iron Man soundtrack by Black Sabbath!!!Hell yeahhhh its sooo awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secondly..Robert Downey Jr in the lead role!!I freaking love the guy..and its such an unexpected choice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say once John,Sanjit &amp;amp; I started discussing the Black Sabbath song..Koko &amp;amp; Mary were looking at each other &amp;amp; said.."Here they go again..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaa..sorrrrry gals..this time the guys are right!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also been curious about Street Kings coz Sanjit was telling me about the movie..see how..perhaps I could catch it soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*looks @ Jijay*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know maaaan..i have yet to watch Sin City..arrrghhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-199503959219525748?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/199503959219525748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=199503959219525748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/199503959219525748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/199503959219525748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-fun-or-should-i-say-funny-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-1033213021173948417</id><published>2008-04-19T06:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T06:33:13.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DarkBreakingPoint2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/rockgothbabe/DarkBreakingPoint2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much to say to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its simple for people to keep saying &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cheer up&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then just keep talking about other stuff as if I could forget my problems by listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look,I know I may have been &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;out of reach&lt;/span&gt; or silent recently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its not that I'm trying to be rude or anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are lots of things/people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;precious to me that I have been losing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;One by one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As each incident happens I tell myself that i will be fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How was I to know that it would all &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fall apart&lt;/span&gt; at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like all my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; has come crushing down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Put yourselves in my shoes for a moment &amp;amp; try to understand ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't make me grow stronger..no not yet..maybe one day it will..for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still in the very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;raw&lt;/span&gt; process of cleaning my &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;wounds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till then if &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; here feels that I'm being too emo,or cold,or boring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please..just take a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;step back&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; continue with your own lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want the advice or the tsk tsking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; fake sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rather much be left alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won't be hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will just bear this in mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-1033213021173948417?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1033213021173948417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=1033213021173948417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1033213021173948417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/1033213021173948417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-so-blue-nothing-much-to-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-2318335375723920172</id><published>2008-04-16T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:25:28.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haizzz let me seee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the week has been absolutely horrible so far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and thats kinda bad since its only Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mum has been kinda ill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah for those of you who followed my previous blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the same bouts of retching &amp;amp; vomitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make things worse she's super stubborn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was at my mum's side massaging her back &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trying to cajole her to see a doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh..to no avail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I know where I got my stubborn streak from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haiiizzz..update laterz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745128058629910878-2318335375723920172?l=darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2318335375723920172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745128058629910878&amp;postID=2318335375723920172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2318335375723920172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745128058629910878/posts/default/2318335375723920172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkshadowhisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/haizzz-let-me-seee.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02281380310006494937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/__-CbBnS2k7o/SB08H_E7REI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fuvwr9hbIfU/S220/trial+330.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745128058629910878.post-8304890831047443982</id><published>2008-04-15T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:19:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been some time hasn't it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seem to be writing alot less these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that day a new pal commented that he had been reading my previous blog entries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as in my former bloggie in Friendster &amp;amp; he was seriously like..what's wrong with u pat?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was like whaaaaat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what did i do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha apparently the poor guy found my posts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disturbing &amp;amp; dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He thought I seriously needed ''help''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha..ok it was hilarious during the conversation but later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just went back to visit my old blog after so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  just take a glimpse..and to my horror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised that he was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I clicked on each post,I realised that I used to write without holding back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%
