<?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-14958126</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:27:05.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a la mode' me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115899240795905926</id><published>2006-09-23T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:52:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like this.wish i can perform in such musical too ~ its's dreamboy 06 in nippon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Govvq8wMAKo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Govvq8wMAKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbMJm-5nNds"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbMJm-5nNds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEVlE8F98n0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEVlE8F98n0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115893809212573220</id><published>2006-09-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:14:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob7opHgk5bE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob7opHgk5bE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story of..hmm im not very sure too hah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lks59c6K0-8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lks59c6K0-8" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115892127878131830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115892127878131830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115892127878131830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115877250010209349</id><published>2006-09-21T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:15:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like jpop too~heh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sipjyQTLo-A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sipjyQTLo-A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTpq5eaInRg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTpq5eaInRg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/14958126-115877250010209349?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115865392212438580</id><published>2006-09-19T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:18:42.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;' just thinking of my parents, i cried to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could hug them real hard, someday&lt;br /&gt;that laughter in our face&lt;br /&gt;i'm not cold hearted, i just don't express&lt;br /&gt;if you are willing to explore,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you will find the other side&lt;br /&gt;:( turn it around and you will see (:&lt;br /&gt;it is all up to you&lt;br /&gt;you gave me faith.&lt;br /&gt;i want to thanks&lt;br /&gt;but don't ruin it&lt;br /&gt;i still need it&lt;br /&gt;for every little things i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115865388930444900</id><published>2006-09-19T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:28:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things happen around have not been smooth sailing lately. i have alot in my mind but i duno which to start with. i'm feeling adrift all of a sudden , so lost that i don't know what's right and wrong anymore. almost everything has been going against me, leaving me at wits end. sometimes, I WANT TO CRY!! my future, is enough giving me problems already. what should i do next time? will i be able to provide anything for my family? seriously , i wan to.. i must repay them for bringing me up. providing them with better and luxurious life is what i've wanted to do all these while. But , what is my future lying ahead? being in the mass media field, will i be able to compete with the better ones out there? music ..dance...design...arts... ccompeting is again the main issue. To success in theses areas , i have to be one of the best, if not no one gives a damn about you at all. forget abt even having a good life when u can't make money.lets just take music forexample, what can you do in the music industry? a variety of course... conductor,singer,performer,music producer,music teacher,music director,not much actually. with theses limited jobs you can perform in, you need to have some fame at least...to have at leasssst some success and secure your job.to be famous,you have you have to be good. but so what if you are good? don't forget about your competitors out there! they are all over the world! thousands of them~ having great prestige is definitely not baaaddd. but when a better competitor takes over you, you will be kicked out straight from the battlefield. It's as easy~ the world is cruel as it is. near future when we are working adults, humans are the same. it's really true when people say watch your back,before anyone stab you real harrrdd. They are willing to take on almost anything to betray you to achieve success and by the time you can only blame yourself..thats all! ..unless you step out and prove it to everyone, "i'm the best!" this is how i was in the past. i can't assure for now, i seems to have lost that confidence in me. damn it..i am just ...LOST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115865388930444900?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115865388930444900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115865388930444900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115865388930444900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115865388930444900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-happen-around-have-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115865380457658001</id><published>2006-09-19T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:20:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i see, to think that i've talked to you nicely and thought that maybe you are not that arrogant and boastful after all, now you're getting back at me. sorry but i don't need a scounrel crawling back to me. those underhand plans of yours reminds me of a rat whith such low behaviour revolts me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISGUSTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; having you as a friend simply brings me to shame and insult. you can jolly well go kill yourself and exit from this world, a person like you don't deserve to be in this world at all. GET IT? well, a leopard will never changes its spots. just admit that you don't have much friends simply because they don't want to hang around with an arrogant jerk. don't find any excuses like " i like dunwan to commit that's all" , u made me laugh , it's obvious. you once called someone a fucking backstabber, go look at yourself in the mirror first. are you one of them too? you've been so fake all these while, so don't bother putting up any hypocritical act anymore. seriously i don't hate right now, i just feel betrayed...in addition of many mixed feelings. just don't get it at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115865380457658001?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115865380457658001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115865380457658001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115865380457658001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115865380457658001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-see-to-think-that-ive-talked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115839294148508353</id><published>2006-09-16T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:49:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks to those who send me well wishes and to those who made my day!!THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;again,i want to wish jwen happy birthday whom birthday falls on the same day as me hah ;) anddd..zakiah!hers falls on 22 sept if im not wrong XP heh.okay that flirty lass wun read this ..hah ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115839294148508353?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115806622771371446</id><published>2006-09-12T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T16:08:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DELETED. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115806622771371446?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115806622771371446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115806622771371446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115806622771371446'/><link 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to&lt;/span&gt; read my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/out%20of%20the%20window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/out%20of%20the%20window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i visualized us through that opaque window, oh and i put up a saccharine smile.&lt;br /&gt;it's really making me looked like a moonstruck idiot . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/staringatyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/staringatyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when was it when your eyes first fixed on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was envisioning if i could gaze at you all day, i would love to ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115781054231085386?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115781054231085386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115781054231085386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115781054231085386'/><link 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh again..i don't think i miss him after all,it's just the memories doing mischief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've got better taste aight ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115778373043838950?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115778373043838950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115778373043838950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115778373043838950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115778373043838950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-i-still-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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ARGH.!!! ! ! ! !  ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115772171365069043?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115772171365069043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115772171365069043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115772171365069043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115772171365069043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-leading-damn-fucked-up-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115720840716810670</id><published>2006-09-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:46:48.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just fill your day with my fetish ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjJKtd2bivA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjJKtd2bivA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LKXXr33Tds"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LKXXr33Tds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/14958126-115676753900420653?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115676753900420653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115676753900420653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115676753900420653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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feels vulnerable sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way u reminds me of  deja vu..it's still glue within me like a sticky glue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how hard i tried to sway it away with all my strength,it just can't seems to get off .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115615774735813445?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115615774735813445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115615774735813445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Natalie(you're the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[Chorus] You're the one that I'm always gonna love And you're the one that I'm always thinking of It's so wonderful to knowbeautiful to know You're the one [Repeat Chorus] I remember the first time That I really looked you in your eyes I was thinking to myself There will never be nobody elseyea And from the moment that we touched You had me wide open with your love This simple way you grabbed my hand I'm so greatful that you are my manyea And I don't want you loose you I'll do anything at all Baby boyYou know I really do need you I'm always here when you call [Repeat Chorus] Now my whole life has changed Since you came around boyit's so great The way you make me feel within I'm so thankful that we're more than friendsyea And when you hold me it's so real Remember when you told me How you feel Staring face to face It's such a blessing I'll do what it takesyea What it takes to keep you I never wanna let you go Baby boy you know I can't be here without you I cherish everyday we grow [Repeat Chorus] I can't wait to be alone with youclose to you I just want to stay with you I feel okyou make my life complete I'm telling youI'm needing you I can't wait to be alone with youclose to you [Repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115608453238267343?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115608453238267343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115608453238267343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115608453238267343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115608453238267343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/dedicated-to-my-favourite-lover.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115606965353225631</id><published>2006-08-20T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:34:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i gotta let you know i feel so weak without your touch. i never thought that i could ever love a man so much .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's right baby,i'm going crazy .. i needa be your lady,i've been thinking lately that you and me,yes we can make .just ride with roll with i'm in love with you baby .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;break it down i'll tell u what i feel from the moment that i met you it's been so damn real,my heart seems to skipped another beat everytime we speak even,can't believe i feel so weak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'i feel really vulnerable sometimes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115606965353225631?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115606965353225631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115606965353225631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115606965353225631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115606965353225631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-gotta-let-you-know-i-feel-so-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115605474206873499</id><published>2006-08-20T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:19:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can't post...now i can post...blog is so STUPID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115605474206873499?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115539256882441290</id><published>2006-08-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:22:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ella requested me to help her to take care of her four kittens for 2 days but ended up i rejected her favour.i couldn't keep the kittens because of my dad obstinate temper,well after that incidence i guess he couldn't accept anymore of such thing. i felt awfully bad cuz she said she's going to let those kittens go stray..aiyerrrrr because of my dad...because of his self-importance,well he is always right.whatever we say are just BULLSHIT.~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'went down to cityhall after art today. i was wearing sch pe shorts and shoes...so embarrassed!!!!! xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115539256882441290?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115539256882441290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115539256882441290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115539256882441290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115539256882441290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/ella-requested-me-to-help-her-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115530778148866309</id><published>2006-08-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:49:42.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BE STRONG,MY FRIEND ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,she felt it, every dayand I couldn't help herI just watched her make the same mistakes againwhats wrong whats wrong nowso many, too many problemsdon't know where she belongswhere she belongsshe wants to go homebut nobodys homethats where she lies broken insideno place to go, no place to goto dry her eyes broken insideopen your eyesand look outsidefind the reasons whyyou've been rejectedand now you can't find what you've left behindbe strong be strong nowtoo many too many problemsdont' know where she belongswhere she belongsshe wants to go homebut nobodys homethats where she lies broken insideno place to go, no place to goto dry her eyes broken insideher feelings she hidesher dreams she can't findshe's losing her mindShe's fallen behindshe can't find her placeshe's losing her faithShe's fallen from graceshe's all over the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115530778148866309?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115529467341730685</id><published>2006-08-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:11:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop trying to act like a flirt,it doesn't suit you at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115529467341730685?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115529467341730685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115529467341730685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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u just wake up from ur consciousness and stop your act in front of us.you're trying to be a two headed snake,no a three headed one!you're sucha big bloody hypocrite.YES,im already not very happy and getting really pissed off.i've not felt this way towards anyone before.this shows that there is something seriously wrong with you.ask me in a precise way,i've no idea too but this is really getting out of control.i loathe your arrogant and boastful accent,your intentions trying to get us feel sympathetic for you.YOU WON'T.OKAY?you're not our match. if you continue this way,sooner u'll just end up as a mokery ,as a dummy and toy for us.like how you are trying to come between us,you will never earn a part in this place because you are just at the tip of our fingers and we'll just toss you around like a bloody rat. joke?do u think this is funny?i don't think so,i don't owe u in your bloody past life ok,neither do i in present.! come on,we'll play along and lets see who turns out as a dumb arsehole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'you are such a gullible rat.contradicting ? girls!becareful!this guy is gullible enough for u to have a good laugh yet he is a RAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115506504539062006?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115506504539062006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115506504539062006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115506504539062006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115506504539062006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-interrupting-my-lifeour.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115496342751382160</id><published>2006-08-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:10:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't cry,inside we are stronger and tougher than anyone ;)&lt;br /&gt;we've always been right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115496342751382160?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115496342751382160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115496342751382160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115496342751382160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115496342751382160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-cryinside-we-are-stronger-and_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115487976825809136</id><published>2006-08-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:56:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; if you can sing me to sleep every night,this will be my sweetest dream of all time. ;)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115487976825809136?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115487976825809136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115487976825809136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115487976825809136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115487976825809136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-you-can-sing-me-to-sleep-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115486666352013522</id><published>2006-08-06T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:19:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its alright girls. we can cry our hearts out till dawn.But remember,we must be daring enough to face it and learn to love ourselves more than 'they' do. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like guys with small eyes,but i dun like guys with NO eyes lol.eg. . . . . . . duhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115486666352013522?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115486666352013522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115486666352013522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115486666352013522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115486666352013522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-alright-girls_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115468835591099027</id><published>2006-08-04T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:45:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;baby, how long have this been going? its been a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school wasn't much of a surprise lately,just more and more revisions ,school has become my second home.such state always ends up on the graduating classes, its just simply bloody hell ,right?thats all for schoool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't mind being anti-social, we are..aint we? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAAAHHHH WAHHHH ARGHHHHHHH!!!!I REALLY GOT NTH TO UPDATE,IM GETTING BOREDDDDDD UPPPPPP.&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/14958126-115468835591099027?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115468835591099027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115468835591099027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115468835591099027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115468835591099027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-how-long-have-this-been-going-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115363104788043616</id><published>2006-07-23T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:04:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;natalie imbruglia,torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought I saw a man brought to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he was warm he came around like he was dignified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he showed me what t was to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well you couldn't be that man I adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you don't seem to know - or seem to care what your heart s for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know him anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there's nothing where he used to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my conversation has run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's what's goin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nothing's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lying naked on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;illusion never changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;into something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're a little late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm already torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so I guess the fortune teller's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but you `crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care, I have no luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't miss it all that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there's just so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that I can't touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm tornt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here's nothing where he used to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my inspiration has run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's what's goin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nothing's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I'm torn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115363104788043616?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115363104788043616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115363104788043616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115363104788043616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115363104788043616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/natalie-imbrugliatorn-i-thought-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115354699053202070</id><published>2006-07-22T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:43:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vice principle taught us maths few days ago and he asked for 'tammy' updates LOL and even suggested rick to 'shoot porn'  ,he edit..wad the..amusing huh,vp saying this to us. &amp; he winked at us...i was like OMG 'blushed'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115315036913013212</id><published>2006-07-17T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:39:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For u willie ;) Cancer love horoscope for women&lt;br /&gt;Warm and tender feelings mean a lot for this woman. Though volcanic passion may burn in her heart, she is more likely to be timid and cautious. Cancer woman may perform a great acting talent when she finds a right object to love. There are few men who can resist her languishing look and charming smile. She can’t stand being lonely. Romantic nights under the moonlight are necessary to her as breathing. Often Cancer has difficulty controlling her emotions. She takes love very serious and sex is definitely not a one-night stand. That’s why she rarely has affairs outside marital bonds. New things don’t attract her as she is a bit conservative. You can predict her and you can rely on her. Remember, that fidelity is of primary importance to Cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;angie and weiling .Leo love horoscope for women&lt;br /&gt;Leo woman has instincts of a wild cat. She is brave enough to play with edged tools as all she wants is to make sure she didn’t stay unnoticed. When Leo appears she seems to attract everybody’s attention with a wave of wand. If you’ve become a center of her attention, your attempts to resist her charms are useless. When she is determined to get what she wants she won’t give up. Physical side of love relationships is vital to Leo woman. As she has high libido, men just stay in queue in order to win her attention. She is looking for a hero that can conquer and rule. Although don’t cut it far, or you can bring the beast out. The best way to tame Leo is to dispense lot of money on luxury things so that she could shine like a real star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yufang. Virgo love horoscope for women&lt;br /&gt;Virgo woman is extremely prudent and cool-headed. That’s why she approaches sex with realistic view. These women know how to control their feelings and will be patient enough to unveil them in the right moment. Virgo’s sexuality is a matter of time. As long as she has stable relationships she learns to get utmost satisfaction from lovemaking. She has a thing for your employment status. Imposing appearance of her partner can be more important than all romantic stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mari.Libra love horoscope for women&lt;br /&gt;Most Libras are extremely attractive and lovely. Elegance and sense of taste is her essence. Sexy Libras can take your erotic fantasies to the surface and make you a rebel of her beauty. Life with her can be really gratifying. She can’t live without love and her partner is an idol (as long as he can afford a good deal of expensive things on her). Libra woman is not only charming, but knows how to capture your attention with wit and brilliant mind. If you decide to steal a way to her heart, be prepared for her eternal hesitance and fluctuations of her mood. When Libra is searching for a partner, she expects at least a long-term relationship with all-time romantic air about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sandy. Aries love horoscope for women&lt;br /&gt;You can compare her with a flame, as she can fire up man’s heart with a wet finger. She is self-assured and independent and can toss a challenge to the whole world, that’s why she won’t seek for a strong partner as he may get the upper hand. May be she needs somebody to rely on, but never will admit it. Hurry up! She won’t hesitate to make a first step when handsome man appears within her distance. The moment she makes up her mind to conquer you, her ingenious seduction plan is already calculated to details. She will put on the most provocative dress, send you juicy messages and make a date with you. She will never agree to play a small part in love relationship. As Aries woman goes her own way this can be easily referred to her intimate life. If you are hesitant and lack confidence - just don’t waste your time. You should be a real man to answer this challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i've nothing better to do..rather than trying harder for my next exam,which is why i flunked all ma subs.but im not disheartened either,im just playing hard to get hee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115315036913013212?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115315036913013212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115315036913013212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115315036913013212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115315036913013212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-u-willie-cancer-love-horoscope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115313011823993149</id><published>2006-07-17T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:41:01.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i did a personality test ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here here..it goes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;highlight the words in green to see ans k deys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cow,sheep,pig,tiger,horse. choose according to your preference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my ans:horse(family),sheep(love),tiger(pride),cow(career),pig(money)..yea true i hv no money sense at all hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this implies on ur priority in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;next ,use one word to describe these things; dog, cat, rat, coffee,sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i described dog as friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cat, independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;rat, irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;coffe, bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sea, relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dog-own personality cat-ur partner's personality rat-ur enemies coffee- sex sea-ur life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hohohoh sex is bitter for me.....how true can tat be...yea i think so its BITTER!! but some simply LOVE it ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think of one person which remind u of these colours , yellow,orange,red,white,green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yellow..reminds me of ;) well tat was da first person which came into my mind u see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;orange,mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red,angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;white,sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;green,meixian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;...yellow is someone i never forget ;)) nice nice .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;orange is someone u see as your true friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;red is someone u love....-_-" HAH HAH yea i love all my friends!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;white is your twin soul. hmm..i've doubts leh..sandy??hah lets see~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;green is someone u will remember for da rest of ur life. wooo i will nv forget ma dancemates ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tats about it ,tats about it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115313011823993149?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115297519550896482</id><published>2006-07-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:53:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've sooo much things to update till i duno what to start with ..&lt;br /&gt;in summarize,i've predict i will flunk ma exams...damn damn sure LOL. and chi oral..i've screwed up too..sian. heard that the lady is very fussy about marks..OH MI GAWD...&lt;br /&gt;and hah yea,i sort of rotted at home . watch tv ,eat,watch tv,slp,go sch,watch tv,slp...that's about it hahahaha ;)&lt;/em&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/14958126-115297519550896482?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115241961295237586</id><published>2006-07-09T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:33:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The veronicas- when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm having the day from hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;it was all going so well (before you came)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and you told me you needed space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;with a kiss on the side my face (not again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and not to mention (the tears, ashame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i should have kicked your (ass instead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i need intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cause baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everything is fed up straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gotta pick myself up where do i start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cuz i can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;don't know where i parked my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;don't know who my real friends are (anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i put my faith in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;what a stupid thing to do (when it rains it pours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and not to mention (i drank too much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i need intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cause baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;everything is fed up straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;gotta pick myself up where do i start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cuz i can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can it be easier?can i just change my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;will i be mending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;another one ending once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;everything is fed up straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;gotta pick myself up (out) where do i start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cuz i can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;no (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gotta pick myself out cause things are mended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115241884369565516</id><published>2006-07-09T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:20:44.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;i dream of my mum this morning. i dreamed that she was going somewhere ,she's leaving me. And tears started rolling down..rolling down..till i open my eyes,it just can't stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115241884369565516?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115241884369565516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115241884369565516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115241884369565516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115241884369565516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dream-of-my-mum-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115237192990563154</id><published>2006-07-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:19:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;im going to express all my love to my kids in future.i will never allow them to suffer in a broken family. i'll make sure they live in a happy family.i'll make sure my hubby love me forever.we will stay in a home,shower with love and love and love and lotsa loveee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115237192990563154?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115237192990563154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115237192990563154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115237192990563154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115237192990563154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-going-to-express-all-my-love-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115234802988696071</id><published>2006-07-08T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:40:30.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ARIES FEMALE . Sandy ;)&lt;br /&gt;You may appear to dislike men due to your extreme independence. However, nothing could be further from the truth. You are domineering and you have a rather nonchalant attitude. Your energetic and once aroused, you will be sexually aggressive. You like to make noise when you make love and in some ways you are like a wild animal in the bedroom, playful, vibrant and fearless. You like to use your body and are quite athletic both in and out of the sexual arena. You are a romantic, in love with love. You accept love as ones of life's little pleasures. You are a free spirit, always looking for a lover, not a father. You are an idealist. You go after whatever you want and you certainly won't take no for an answer. You have no trouble attracting men because you are always where the action is. You do not handle your money well which can cause a problem for the man who falls in love with you. You however are worth every cent that you cost your lover as you can stimulate him in ways that no one else can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You will not tolerate being bossed around by your mate. You hate have your space infringed upon and you can't stand it if your mate shows up late for a date. You like to be asked for advice and flattery always makes you feel important. You will never slow down and wait for your lover. It's keep up or get left behind. You match up to your sign and the remaining eleven signs as follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;LEO FEMALE. angie =)&lt;br /&gt;You need to be admired and desired. Unfortunately you tend to bestow your affections on the wrong men. You are extremely demanding when it comes to lovemaking. It isn't so much that you want to be love but you do want to be worshipped and adorned with all the nice things in life. You can tend to get lazy if you become too comfortable with your lover. Although you are dignified you can be domineering. You are vain, however you are also very generous. You can be faithful as long as your lover is affectionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIBRA FEMALE. marilyn X)&lt;br /&gt;You are noted for your grace, refinement and beauty as well as your repulsion to anything unattractive. You are meticulous in manner and dress and add a touch of elegance to all that surrounds you. Your goal is more to be admired by a man but if he is willing to boost your ego on a continuing basis you will show him how skilled you are at the art of lovemaking. You tend to prefer the artistic type of man, however your partner must also be highly lucrative in order to furnish you with the adornments that you require to keep you happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;VIRGO FEMALE. Yufang ;D&lt;br /&gt;You have some superficial standards about the man in your life. You insist that your partner be squeaky clean and practical and goal oriented. Your standards are set quite high and therefore it usually takes you longer to find someone that you feel is worthy to commit to. You do tend to marry late in life and only if the right knight in shining armor comes along. You are an excellent housekeeper, a strict parent and a good companion. You are attractive well into your middle years and often attract more men as you age.&lt;br /&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/14958126-115234802988696071?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115234802988696071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115234802988696071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115234802988696071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115234802988696071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/aries-female.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115211490114845415</id><published>2006-07-05T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:55:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;miao mee gone..i feel weird without his existance,i can't bear to and i miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;this subtle feeling,im sure its stronger than any other lovey dovey couples out there and i'm damn sure it will stay inside till i finally break down one day...this should be okay i guess.no big deal ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dun laugh at ma fringe !!! wadever.but hey it will grow k...mine takes one week..irriTAting. and thx ah..weekiat,i noe im cool .duh -_-'' u and ur pineapple head.( i noe he's nt reading this..tats y i post it here lalalalala~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115211490114845415?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115211490114845415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115211490114845415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115211490114845415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115211490114845415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/miao-mee-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115201132118262362</id><published>2006-07-04T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:08:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like a bitch now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;made him feel like a dummy ,im sorry.that all i can say..but i can't do anything ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lucky i still have ma biatchy girlfriends ,at least i still see some lights hanging there for me ;) thx!!!luvyou luvyou luvyou luvyou guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;revealed myself and a takecare enjoy is all i get. i've gone to the extend showing my naked body,but i dont recieved a hug nor putting my clothes on back for me.im just left hanging there alone as insecurity embraces me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;just say u dont and so i can live on with my life too instead of leaving me in lurch to clean up this mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;or just say u actually are too so i can add a smile and enjoy the moment of being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;don't ever do this to her,she's once bitten twice shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115190763347630321</id><published>2006-07-03T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:21:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ma cat went under DIY sterilization lol.he vomited greenish liquid ytd and bite his penis today.it was bleeding just now,oh mi god...now that haggard cat is lying under da dining table. kelian de miao meeee...gonna visit the vet someday if he doesn't show any signs of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he look cuter this way hee hee hee :XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115190763347630321?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115190763347630321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115190763347630321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115190763347630321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115190763347630321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/ma-cat-went-under-diy-sterilization.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115177268660673128</id><published>2006-07-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:51:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what's the world furthest distance.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's where i am right in front of  you but you don't realize.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its grieving ,isn't it? how should she preserve her grief-stricken heart-to-be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well,she's uncertain and she seek god's help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;god,how do u show your men u love them,  forgive their arrogance and accept? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know i shouldn't be feeling like this,and i loathe what i'm going through now,the sight of  me act makes me puke,its repulsive. the moment i pull myself up of bed everyday,i knew its gonna be another hateful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i thought,god,why don't u just take me with you?everything seems to be sort of solve that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mummy's insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daddy's weeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;children are terrified.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they live in a rectangular box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it ain't call home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they defined it house &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teacher use to taught her f.a.m.i.l.y in kindergarten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father And Mother I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she stared at the words,those words aren't called sentance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;years later,she still couldn't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she called them parents in her house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said they have no face,only hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said they don't give hugs like how her boy gifted her with,only money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she thought parents bought her from a baby shop and came to this world from a paper bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it ain't call tummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;till she learn science in school and thought what are eggs and sperms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was disgusted at the fact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a grievance ,again isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115177268660673128?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115177268660673128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115177268660673128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115177268660673128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115177268660673128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-world-furthest-distance.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115174198911953661</id><published>2006-07-01T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:19:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ng,mari,weiling and me were sitting ard da table and conversation started off like this..with smth abt fat guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:eeeww...i hate fat guys and i will never fall in love with one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng:as if they will fall 4 u like tat hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:ya la,they wun fall for me i wun fall for them,isn't it better...duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mari:hahahaha~(laughing her ass off) but we cannot decide 1 ma..wait one day we may really like a fat guy..who noes rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weiling:ya lo..who noes..but guys normally like fat gers like...&amp;*^$&amp;amp;*^%^*$%&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng&amp;amp;me :STUNT*HUH?!..izzit???? i tot guys...hmm but i definitely wun like them for all my life..already feel disgusted at the sight of them ,i just can't bring myself to kiss and hug them -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly,&amp;%$#@^&amp;amp;%$ walked past..: hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all of us :WHAHAHAHAHAH ..oh mi god ..so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng: irritated*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:hah .den wad abt us..so pitiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mari: lol ya lo, skinny chap like us bu shi worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:smirks* no wonder we gt no admirers LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng:if u and ur husband are fat den ur child will have high chance of  inheritance too leh..wad if next time he grow fat le den u and his child fat also how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:HUH??? he is nt naturally fat ma..BUT to hell with we are nt even together lo aiyooo angiiieee ..i definitely wun allow my child to be fat..dun care wad mother in law says bai bai pang pang very cute..TO HELL WITH U I SAY  lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's no moral in this story,juz filling up da space  XD      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were also saying abt bite his maid *ipp**  thingy..lol im still laughing at it..no mockery and humiliating,just a daily joke supplement for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm no good at expressing myself ,i prefer to let the song do the talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Natalise -how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;You werent supposed to mean that much to me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wasnt supposed to fall in love ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You werent supposed to seem like you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wasnt supposed to lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But now youre gonna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And now Im wondering why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Im left here to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do you tell someone something they dont wanna hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And how do you tell someone about the object of their fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And how do say you changed my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;How do you make someone love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Someone love you, if they dont?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;You werent supposed to make me wanna love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wasnt supposed to give you my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;You werent supposed to break the rules of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wasnt supposed to play that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But now youre gonna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And now Im wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;whyIm left here to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Chorus]How do you tell someone something they dont wanna hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And how do you tell someone about the object of their fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And how do say you changed my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;How do you make someone love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Someone love you, if they dont?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe I saw more than I should have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And maybe you saw more then you would have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But it remains that its you I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Im so deep, Im so deep, I cant be saved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;[Chorus]How do you tell someone something they dont wanna hear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And how do you tell someone about the object of their fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And how do say you changed my mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;How do you make someone love you, Someone love you, if they dont?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Damn baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just don't understand where we went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I gave you my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I gave you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As a matter of fact I was the one who said I love you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was about eight years ago, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;don't act like you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We were sittin' at home in your mama's livin' room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cause, we couldn't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;See your mama knew I was something else, she knew how I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Back then we were in school; and that's your favourite excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Growin' up I was a fool; and I can't lie I'm missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Listen and don't trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think I need a bottle with a genie in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's my wish list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;First one, I would create a heart changing love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Second one, I'll take yours and fill it all the way up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Third one, but I don't need a lot of wishes cause I'll be okay if I get one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;If I had one wish, we would be best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Love would never end, it would just begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;If I had one wish, you would be my boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Promise to love you, trust me I'll trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, we would run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Making love all day, have us a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, I'd make you my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And you'd be my wife, make it right this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wishOne wish, one wish, one wish(repeated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now tell me is this the only way I can get you right back in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If so then searchin' I'll go, then I can have you for sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then you'll be loving me, holding me, kissing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So girl don't tell me what I'm feeling is make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I swear if I lose a second chance with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wouldn't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'd probably check myself into some kind of clinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't be alone because without you I'm sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's my wish list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;First one, I would create a heart changing love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Second one, I'll take yours and fill it all the way up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Third one, but I don't need a lot of wishes cause I'll be okay if I get one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, we would be best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love would never end, it would just begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, you would be my boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Promise to love you, trust me I'll trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, we would run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Making love all day, have us a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, I'd make you my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And you'd be my wife, make it right this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't even know how we ended upon this road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And, even though we are grown, Girl I just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, we would be best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love would never end, it would just begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, you would be my boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Promise to love you, trust me I'll trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, we would run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Making love all day, have us a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I had one wish, I'd make you my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And you'd be my wife, make it right this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115174198911953661?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115174198911953661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115174198911953661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115174198911953661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115174198911953661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/07/ngmariweiling-and-me-were-sitting-ard.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115158998855574826</id><published>2006-06-29T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:06:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lifehouse-hanging by a moment. ;)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Starving for truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Closer where i Started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Chasing after you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm falling even more in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;letting go of all i've held onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;forgetting all i'm lacking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;completely incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'll take your invitation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you take all of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;now.. i'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;letting go of all i've held onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm living for the only thing i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know what i'm diving into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;there's nothing else to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;nothing left to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;there's nothing in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;that could change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;there is nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;there is nothing else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Desperate for changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Starving for truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Closer where i Started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Chasing after you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm falling even more in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;letting go of all i've held onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm living for the only thing i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know what i'm diving into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;just hanging by a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; hanging by a moment.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hanging by a moment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hanging by a moment here with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115158998855574826?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115158998855574826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115158998855574826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115158998855574826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115158998855574826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifehouse-hanging-by-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115141356188097580</id><published>2006-06-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:06:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life's getting boring these days after since sch started. yea sch juz started and works are just piling up everyday. worst thing is exam's starting next week and i've not prepared a single ,it's a pity and i shouldn't regret wasting my time during the june holidays.maybe i should just start off with ma worst sub science now,get on with my undone homeworks and simply pray that i'll be able to pass with a passing grade for midyear.well,at least a pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay,things are getting boring and my life's too growing in a corrupted shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'mari and weiling said that's love..that's starting to love.but i really can't bring myself to accept ,when it started off with a glimps,a crush,den a lil contact to a slightly huge crush and to what it is now. we've got to move on with our own lives,i feel lonely seeing intimate couples passing by. &amp;*(&amp;amp;_)*^&amp;#$#$*)(*&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^ whatever.they say i got to get down with my confession oneday asap,if nt second year will be coming along soon.yes,i agree..maybe i shouldn't be a coward anymore,it's da 21st century GIRL..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115141356188097580?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115141356188097580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115141356188097580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115141356188097580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115141356188097580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifes-getting-boring-these-days-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115078473941327432</id><published>2006-06-20T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:29:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i don't agree with this ;)&lt;/strike&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/girlsrevil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my studs.ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/myearstuds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i send out...   and waited...waited....WAITED!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam2thunder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still waiting. and i wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminisence...ohhhh so sweeeet,tada!starsssss ;)   (i was really thinking back,true emotions)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a LOVELY LOVE STORY.ENDS WITH A HAPPY ENDING ; ) ) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfcam9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAH HAH HAH.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115078473941327432?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115078473941327432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115078473941327432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115078473941327432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115078473941327432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-agree-with-this-lol-my-studs.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115070824413697681</id><published>2006-06-19T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:10:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH MI GAWD..waste my tears..!! can u freakarse out there imagine how IDIOTIC i feel now?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yea..i feel like a total fool right now..wah piang!!! call me an idiot.i teach u how to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115070824413697681?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115070824413697681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115070824413697681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115070824413697681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115070824413697681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-mi-gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115070194418810847</id><published>2006-06-19T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:29:23.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dance to express nv to impress..you heard mi party go-ers./ boo da taiwan pops. express da song using lyrical shit. its 2004. snap back to reality.. its all abt quality not quantity. Aww.. 1,2...1,2...someone singing, got ppl crowdin tha stands/ ^Sorry about that bullshit, I was just counting ya fans// bOOO~ lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMCS, respect. we aint nobody, but somebody. we're a noob, yes we are. but its ok crew, we still look cool. its all about spirit, our soul in it, our mind in it. it blew us up like a new sensation, tastin with flava so amazing, asian pride for a new nation.we dont move with caotion crouch, no ducking or dodging, stomping when we're walking. check our status, then check our name. u wanna fight us then bite us. give us a year time, we'll freak u, fine. [ passion is wat we see ] [ no pain no gain is wat we realised ] peace out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;copyright to mx. mx copyright to..? LOL ok fine ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115070194418810847?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115070194418810847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115070194418810847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115070194418810847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/115070194418810847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dance-to-express-nv-to-impress.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115069099544863615</id><published>2006-06-19T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:23:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i will muster every ounce of confidence i have,for u i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm gonna play the show myself this time. ;) thx girls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115064208139485176</id><published>2006-06-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:48:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;erm...a year ..yea. exactly one year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma eyes drool like a rushing pipe today,i can't turn it off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wrote a song again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only i could turn back time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would never hide away,cuz i've been a coward all these while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time i release&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time to accept facts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's time we face each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the naked memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year feels like decades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;since the last time i saw your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;our eyes met each other so precede&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the features got me charmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you threw your charisma at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i grab it with my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's wounded at first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you sort of heal it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's pretty now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i hope it stays while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as the candy memories can survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise to cherish it all i can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need abreak .i've yet taken a rest for the past one year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115064208139485176?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-115043701649341893</id><published>2006-06-16T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:40:05.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artist: Paula DeandaSong: Doing Too Much&lt;br /&gt;Lyric:"Doing Too Much"(feat. Baby Bash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm leaving messages and voicemails&lt;br /&gt;Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why you tryna diss me&lt;br /&gt;When I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Who I give these lips to Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into Something I ain't hip to Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;See you got me all alone&lt;br /&gt;Waitin right here by the phone&lt;br /&gt;For you to call me, Just to hear Your voice tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I keep on wondering if you was even Feeling me, I keep on wondering if&lt;br /&gt;This was even meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell me imma waste of time, boy&lt;br /&gt;You showing me no sign, is it cuz u on&lt;br /&gt;Ya grid, cuz your always on my mind I keep on wondering if everything you said was true&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering if you were really coming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now here I go again blowing you up,&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now here I go again blowing you up,&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving messages and voicemails&lt;br /&gt;Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Why you tryna diss me&lt;br /&gt;When I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's the issue Who I give these lips to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into Something I ain't hip to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet sum other guys&lt;br /&gt;But it gets hard sometimes cuz there ain't no one just like you&lt;br /&gt;I try my best but I can't shake this thing u got me going through&lt;br /&gt;All i can picture is the color of your eyes, and the way u make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I ain't felt this in a while, But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion&lt;br /&gt;Chaos and confusion but I'm not gonna let it ruin&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving messages and voicemails&lt;br /&gt;Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Why you tryna diss me&lt;br /&gt;When I just wanna kiss you Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Who I give these lips to Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into Something I ain't hip to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;[Baby Bash:] Just leave ya name and number And I'm gon holla at cha&lt;br /&gt;Just leave ya name and number And I'm gon holla at cha Just leave ya name and number And I'm gon holla at cha Just leave ya name and number And I'm gon holla at cha&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Ray all day Women in the hall way, Ev day losing track of the people tryna call me&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this the wrong way, I been havin long days, doing it, moving Round the town wherever I'm getting my song played&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go again blowing you up,&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go again blowing you up,&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving messages and voicemails&lt;br /&gt;Telling you I miss you Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Why you tryna diss me&lt;br /&gt;When I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Who I give these lips to Baby am I doing too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into Something I ain't hip to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much (too much)Doing Too Much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mari,this sounds familiar ?and u girls keep telling me im doing too much .. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-115043701649341893?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/115043701649341893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=115043701649341893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Your Breath To Keep In&lt;br /&gt;Trapped With Secrets&lt;br /&gt;Til You Die To Come Through With Guilt&lt;br /&gt;Still Your Blood Is Filled&lt;br /&gt;When I See The Blood Worth Coming&lt;br /&gt;Would I Check Out The Blood&lt;br /&gt;Even If I Was Dead&lt;br /&gt;You Would Never Be On The Fucking Top&lt;br /&gt;When You Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;Do You Still Taste Or&lt;br /&gt;Are You Thinking Of Are You Thinking Of Me&lt;br /&gt;With Your Lips Pressed Tightly Up Against His Skin&lt;br /&gt;Does Your Body Still Scream My Name&lt;br /&gt;Does Your Body Still Scream My Name&lt;br /&gt;Can You Take It While I Fake It&lt;br /&gt;Can You Take It While I Fake It(Cross Your Heart False Your Heart)x9&lt;br /&gt;When You Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;Do You Still Taste Or&lt;br /&gt;Are You Thinking Of Are You Thinking Of Me&lt;br /&gt;With Your Lips Pressed Tightly Up Against His Skin&lt;br /&gt;Does Your Body Still Scream My Name&lt;br /&gt;Does Your Body Still Scream My Name&lt;br /&gt;Does Your Body Still Scream My Name&lt;br /&gt;With Your Lips Pressed Tightly Up Against His Skin&lt;br /&gt;Are You Thinking Of Are You Thinking Of Me&lt;br /&gt;Do You Still Taste Or&lt;br /&gt;When You Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;My Mouth Is Full Of Love My Head Is Held In Shame&lt;br /&gt;I See Your Face And It Tears Me Tears Me Up&lt;br /&gt;Laid Deep In Simples Deep In Hate I See Your Face&lt;br /&gt;When We Danced So Preceded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants in on it.Everyone!Not just the cat,the pig and the dog.The horse too,the cow,the rhinoceros,the orang-utang,the horn-toad,the wombat,the duckbilled platypus,you name it.There's no peace any more and all because of that goddamn loaf of bread.&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy,being a hen.&lt;br /&gt;-good bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im limpsy and fatigue from o lvl art. what more can i do other than this operose work,it's eating up my everything.:((((((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114977934009801293</id><published>2006-06-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:11:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Radio currently spinning to unfaithful by Rihanna. before tat was here without you by 3 doors down. right now after unfaithful is where'd u go by fort minor feat..eerr.i forgot lol&lt;br /&gt;its boring .....theres ART EVERYday...and of cuz there is too TML...sian ah..but at least ma finaldesign is out ..yay!!!!!!!!finally~~~and tat cost me 2 whole days of hardwork and with some of yong's helping hand..well at least she's willing to sacrifice her time for us everyday till 6pm.THANK YOU SO MUCH,but put tat smile on ur face more ,u definitely look more beautiful with it ;) (doubt u will see tis hah~~~~~forget it)&lt;br /&gt;gayle didn't made it to top 12 in sg idol, :( i thought she was great&lt;br /&gt;aite im turning bonkers now RIGHTNOW THIS MOMENT!!!!so....got to stop here,urrrhhhh!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114977934009801293?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114977934009801293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114977934009801293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114977934009801293'/><link 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older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;All the miles that separate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And tonight, there's only you and me.&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And tonight girl, there's only you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, and anywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It gets hard but it won't take away my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It gets hard but it won't take away my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And tonight girl, there's only you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114936160792611823?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114936160792611823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114936160792611823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114936160792611823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114936160792611823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-without-you-music-by-arnold.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114935149833496449</id><published>2006-06-04T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:32:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.something went wrong with ma pc few days back,and here i am back right now!finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...what now..&lt;br /&gt;yea mari!!lets return back someday again,i love tat cheesy spread over spaghetti,yum yum yummy!when i say lao di fang k!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...new photo updates..maybe later ya,im tired now. aite . ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114935149833496449?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114891520833186234</id><published>2006-05-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:06:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O lvl chi has finally ended..pray hard that i don't have to retake ...amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma upper left eyelid swollen like shit..oucchhh :(( how to grab for singapre great sales tml...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard tis chi song on mtv..title?duno..sang by twins.&lt;br /&gt;wo hen xiang ai ta,&lt;br /&gt;ying man bi jiao rong yi ba,&lt;br /&gt;mian de gan qing bian fu zha,&lt;br /&gt;ke lian de shi mei you yong qi xuan zhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yearn for this love,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess holding back is easier,&lt;br /&gt;to avoid this relationship turn complicated&lt;br /&gt;it's miserable that i don't have the courage to choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114891520833186234?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114891520833186234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114891520833186234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114891520833186234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114891520833186234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-lvl-chi-has-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114872476213788040</id><published>2006-05-27T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T18:12:42.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two days of chinese intensive..almost drived me insane . argh!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT after intensive,we plead wholly enjoyment throughout! ;)&lt;br /&gt;aite.lets start with this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/class4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.any comments? my ears are huge ,its sticking out..irriTAting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(279).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28279%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in teacher's resting area. i look awful yuck~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(096).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28096%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after chinese,slacking at civic library. notice i doesn't look very hardworking throughout whaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(100).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28100%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(104).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28104%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(100).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mari and jialei ;)  im nt suppose to be in tis pic though heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(108).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(275).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28275%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yuf,jialei,mari!! er..mari..for christ sake...virgin mary's sake...hah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(276).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28276%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us at teacher's rest area carrying out our chi xtra intentive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er..wear specs boy,whatcha doin?videoing tat..harshbrown..weiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(095).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28095%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Image(289).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Image%28289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Friday.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tats da bgirls at pastamania! 3 to da left,1st to da extreme right.:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/Us_pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/Us_pasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bgirl chiefob &amp;bgirl yuf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/sandy&amp;amp;me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/sandy%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bgirl ann &amp; " yuf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/ng&amp;amp;me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/ng%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/meyufang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/meyufang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aftermath of blueberry muffin heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/leftoveruffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/leftoveruffin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jialei,weiling and mari. engrossed.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/jialeiweilingmari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/jialeiweilingmari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm..boty singapore (battle of the year)cum streetfest bboy comp on 16-18june at *scape youthpark!  anyone interested?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good luck again to norbin and ftc! to kel and enemyground~to inertia! sums up to all bboys&amp;bgirls!! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;'heard boty finals will be carry out in thailand.......... :((((((((.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114872476213788040?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114872476213788040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114872476213788040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114872476213788040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114872476213788040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-days-of-chinese-intensive.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114847363191277248</id><published>2006-05-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:27:11.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daniel powter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Free loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little used to calling outside your name&lt;br /&gt;I wont see you tonight so I can keep from going insane&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know enough, I get some kinda lazy day&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've been fabulous through to fight my town a name&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stooped tomorrow if I don't leave as them both the same&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know enough, I get some kinda lazy day&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hard for me to lose&lt;br /&gt;In my life I've found only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;And I will figure out that we can baby&lt;br /&gt;We can do a one night stand, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to lose in my life&lt;br /&gt;I've found outside your skin right near the fire&lt;br /&gt;That we can baby&lt;br /&gt;We can change and feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little used to wandering outside the rain&lt;br /&gt;You can leave me tomorrow if it suits you just the same&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know enough, I need someone who leaves the day&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hard for me to lose&lt;br /&gt;In my life I've found only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;And I will figure out that we can baby&lt;br /&gt;We can do a one night stand, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to lose in my life&lt;br /&gt;I've found outside your skin right near the fire&lt;br /&gt;That we can baby&lt;br /&gt;We can change and feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hard for me to lose&lt;br /&gt;In my life I've found only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;I will figure out that we can baby&lt;br /&gt;We can do a one night stand, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to lose in my life&lt;br /&gt;I've found outside your skin right near the fire&lt;br /&gt;That we can baby&lt;br /&gt;We can change and feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hard for me to lose&lt;br /&gt;In my life I've found only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;And I will figure out that we can baby&lt;br /&gt;We can do a one night stand, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to lose in my life&lt;br /&gt;I've found outside your skin right near the fire&lt;br /&gt;That we can babyWe can change and feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'theme song of "it started from a kiss". ;))&lt;br /&gt;first chi song hah i know its so damn long.those in bold purple describes my thoughts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jason&amp;Lara - Say U Love Me 专辑:恶作剧之吻 电视原声带&lt;br /&gt; Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Say that you care&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt; Say that you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;遇到对的人是种缘分 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;我不得不承认 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;女生还是该要有分寸 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;你要去瞄准你要的人 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;不再被动的等 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;送上嘴唇变成你的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我认识一个女孩&lt;br /&gt;她天真活泼可爱&lt;br /&gt; 在等待&lt;br /&gt; 有个人可以给她一身三千宠爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;不需要很有钱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;不需要很帅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她脾气古怪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;有时候包容有时候你必须忍耐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;她竟然爱上他 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;她到底在想什么 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;她是否忘了帅哥不能爱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;是什么 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;让她乱了方寸 不知道该做什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; 我想说这怎么可能 她舍得 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;舍弃自己的尊严与爱好 女追男的游戏 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;一点都不害臊 一天到晚在他身边又闹又吵 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;只为了能够被他瞪一眼就好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 看她在这边&lt;br /&gt;而他在那边 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;她想被他捧在手心上面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而他装做视而不见 脑袋中却浮现&lt;br /&gt;眼前尽是她在微笑的画面 而她说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;遇到对的人是种缘分 我不得不承认 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;女生还是该要有分寸 你要去瞄准你要的人 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;不再被动的等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 送上嘴唇变成你的人&lt;br /&gt; Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Say that you care&lt;br /&gt; 女生还是该要有分寸 遇到对的人&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Say that you care&lt;br /&gt;不再被动的等 送上嘴唇变成你的人&lt;br /&gt; 从头来过 要快乐不要难过&lt;br /&gt;不要谎言要承诺 他和她的爱情绝不懒惰&lt;br /&gt;就算有不安定的因素随时出没 她也能排除万难和他一起渡过&lt;br /&gt; 渡过这漫漫长冬 长冬后满面春风&lt;br /&gt;春风吹到他心中 心中尽是无限的感动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;她不再去注意他任何的一举一动 才发现自己早已不小心陷入其中 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他知道 我想是他知道 所有她的一切他都知道&lt;br /&gt;他看到了她如此掏肺掏心 心里早就想把她抱紧&lt;br /&gt; 不管未来艰难险阻再多 只管现在能够相爱再说&lt;br /&gt; 想一起完成的事情太多 就怕时间不够&lt;br /&gt;而她说 遇到对的人是种缘分&lt;br /&gt;我不得不承认 女生还是该要有分寸&lt;br /&gt;你要去瞄准你要的人 不再被动的等 送上嘴唇变成你的人&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt; Say that you care&lt;br /&gt; 女生还是该要有分寸 遇到对的人&lt;br /&gt; Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt; Say that you care&lt;br /&gt;不再被动的等 送上嘴唇变成你的人&lt;br /&gt; Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt; Say that you care&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Say that you care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114847363191277248?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114847363191277248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114847363191277248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114847363191277248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114847363191277248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/daniel-powter-free-loop-im-little-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114837902587669490</id><published>2006-05-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:10:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;BIT more pictures...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Jessica Raffa,wish i could hv such nice body like her.....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/danceger.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ng &amp;amp; mari~&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/mariangielaopasat.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Mari &amp;amp; me. ma eyes look watery..eewww&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/meandmarilaopasat.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114837902587669490?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114837902587669490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114837902587669490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114837902587669490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114837902587669490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/bit-more-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114837793262725161</id><published>2006-05-23T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:52:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; i've update da &lt;a href="mailto:photos@laopasat"&gt;photos@laopasat&lt;/a&gt;!! girls night out------&gt;--------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;featuring mari.yufang.angie. photographer,sandy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/mariyfng.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/mariyfng.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me.!ah huh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/me@laopasat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/me%40laopasat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/meandmari@laopasat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/mari@laopasat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/mari%40laopasat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mari~shiny lips hah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/ng@laopasat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/ng%40laopasat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tada~anigee ;)expression nv changes hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me.. we love camwhoring ;))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/medoubleblur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/medoubleblur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/meandmarireflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/meandmarireflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/menmari@mrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/menmari%40mrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/marinsandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/marinsandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mari&amp;sandy---------------------------------&gt;this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/raffless.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/raffless.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/menmari@martreflection.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/menmari%40martreflection.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&gt;ng...u look weird lol ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/menmari@martreflection.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/menmari%40martreflection.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/me&amp;mari.nghunchback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/me%26mari.nghunchback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOO:D:D:D:D    oily...deep fried twisted dough sticks..ooo  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/zoominyoutiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/zoominyoutiao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/leftoverstingray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/leftoverstingray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/tofuleftover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/tofuleftover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/oily%20youtiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/oily%20youtiao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRINGRAY!favours~HEAVENLY                   ma rice.....leftover ones,grab some dehs lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/stingray.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/stingray.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/myleftoverrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/myleftoverrice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/tofuleftover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/tofuleftover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/leftoveryoutiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/leftoveryoutiao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/youtiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/youtiao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh..mari,wad did u say tat time?u saw this?.....hohohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114837793262725161?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114837793262725161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114837793262725161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114837793262725161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114837793262725161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-update-da-photoslaopasat-featuring.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114837164934927691</id><published>2006-05-23T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:07:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;now im gonna post a whole CHUNK of photos up here..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first,will be da pics of this taiwan show "It started from a kiss"(er zhuo ju zi wen)i took few mths backs ..heh these photos have been stored in ma cam till it's starting to collect dust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;starting theme of the show.."say u love me"~ say tat u love me ..say tat u care ;) abit blur(cuz i ENLARGE it..pics damn tiny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="77" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starring linyichen as  yuan xiang qing(left) &amp; zhenyuanchang as jiang zhi shu(right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i started cam-ing da show during 2nd part of it..so da pics here already startedhalfway through ..heh. zhishu was attending his dad's company's party before tis ,but he couldn't stand da boresome crowd there and left for hm.(actually he worried of da lonesome xiangqin being left at hm.it was xmas night)xiangqin was shocked and there they started their lame conversation(i wun emphasize on tat) to her surpise...he bought her a chocolate cake!! hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="72" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam5.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so sweet ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;next day,zs's dad hope he's willing to be his successor after his dad retire,but he rejected rudishly which aroused his mum's temper..he left da hse immediately,with xq going after behind.he told xq he wanted to be a doctor..no one knows abt it,except her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscamm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscamm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on zs's bday,xq made a model of a house for zs,preparing to give it him(he was staying in his own rental condo tat period still)...&lt;br /&gt;there she goes making wild imagination again..one of it was zs...well u can c it urself lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't ard.she left da present at his doorstep.BUT he had already move back hm,she doesn't knows abt it. xq reached hm and saw him with his luggage..woo~~over the moon she was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xq wished him happy bday , but he said"it's already after 12"&lt;br /&gt;xq:i've left the present outside ur condo..but..nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning,xq was jovial upon zs's return,hah she wasn't dreamin afterall.zs:i shall hope tat u wun cause me anymore trouble" ...both r actually feelin happy inwardly..hoh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscammm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscammm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their holloween party.xq asked to doll up as er..jap ghost?LOL . there's i-forgot-her-name ;P confessing her love to zs..but zs was already "in love"  with xq by then,ohhh tats sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's them .started their first kiss!!!,tis was in da 1st part of the show..xq was juz reminiscing back. awwww so sweeetttttt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zq's dad was met up with some health crisis,i shall nt delve into tat.zs could do nth but  accept to take over his dad for a period,which meant he couldn't pursue his dream anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/400/kisscam30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/400/kisscam31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xq&amp;zs... :( ..wish i could too,whoever's feeling down..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old business man looked up to zq's ability and decided to match  his grandaughter and zq together. in order to improve the company's dire situation,he could only accept the marriage...i cried here!!for xq... :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xq's dad decided to move out of zq's family.see...xq was devastated upon hearing this...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zs with da whoever grandaughter...&amp;xq with ah jing(xq's admirer since sec sch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ah jing finally propose to her.he wanted to take care of xq rest of his life, but she was hesitant..kiss kiss kiss..bah!!she ran away...afterall..she couldn't forget zs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time...zs rejected "grandaughter" too and finally realised xq importance...FINALLY came to his sense ..duhhh.                             his confession.. ;))))) i wan tis toooo...ouuuhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam43.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam43.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam44.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam44.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam45.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam45.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam46.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam46.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'third' kiss&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam47.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam47.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  heh heh im really smiling now.. :D&lt;br /&gt;propose that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage...aaaawwwwwwwww ...zhengyuanchang in gown,sexy uh uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscammarried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscammarried.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/1600/kisscam62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1961/1370/320/kisscam62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE END. i want more..more kisssssessssss!! &lt;333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114837164934927691?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114837164934927691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stumbled across this quiz on getting to know yourself better.&lt;br /&gt;here are da result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Real You&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties.&lt;br /&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;br /&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right? (i've start reading books since i've sucked my first mouthful of milk out of my mum's nipple.this is utterly untrue ;P)&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;Kind and Gentle.&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does being a friend really mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;You value your friendships: 55%&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends very much - so much so that it's actually quite a worry. You may not be able to cope very well when you do lose somebody's friendship. You are a very sensitive and fragile person, and are therefore likely to get upset easily. You care for your friends and are willing to do anything that they ask you to do. Sometimes this can make your friends think that you are a bit of a nuisance. Nevertheless, people do really love you because your highest priority is your friends.&lt;br /&gt;(that's great what, nothin to be worry about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out ;)  &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114812539543654104?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114812539543654104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114812539543654104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114812539543654104'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114811636309435238?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114811636309435238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114811636309435238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114811636309435238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114811636309435238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/nafa.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114787704107849160</id><published>2006-05-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:44:01.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when can i ever watch..?&lt;br /&gt;when will i ever..?&lt;br /&gt;should i just...?&lt;br /&gt;okay fine..whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had eng paper 1 first prelim just nw and i chose to write the story.But i scribbled nonsense on the paper lol,i'm definitely out of point ..damn ahhh shouldn't hv chosen tat topic :(&lt;br /&gt;but anyway..it's fine.it's JUST a prelim paper heh.  tml's chi and eng paper 2...chineseeee,hope i can do my best and pour all my knowledge of chi for my o lvl ..which is...2 weeks away from NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'anyone out there having any exams these few weeks,GOODDD LUCK ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114787704107849160?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114787704107849160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114787704107849160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114787704107849160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114787704107849160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-can-i-ever-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114762000101522294</id><published>2006-05-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:20:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Stars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One More Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as he might he's unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;The bed is unmade like everything is&lt;br /&gt;Dark little heaven at the top of the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Take me like that, ruin it all&lt;br /&gt;Then build it again by the light in the hall&lt;br /&gt;He drops to his knees says please my love, please&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze&lt;br /&gt;One more night, that was a good one&lt;br /&gt;One more night, i dreamed it was a good one&lt;br /&gt;One more, one more night, that was a good one&lt;br /&gt;One more night, the end should be a good one&lt;br /&gt;A good one&lt;br /&gt;He starts with her back cause that's what he sees&lt;br /&gt;When she's breaking his heart she still fucks like a tease&lt;br /&gt;Release to the sky, look him straight in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell him that now, that you wish he would die&lt;br /&gt;You'll never touch him again so get what you can&lt;br /&gt;Leaving him empty just because he's a man&lt;br /&gt;So good when it ends, they'll never be friends&lt;br /&gt;One more night, that's all they can spend&lt;br /&gt;One more night, that was a good one&lt;br /&gt;One more night, i dreamed it was a good one&lt;br /&gt;One more, one more night, that was a good one&lt;br /&gt;One more night, the end should be a good one&lt;br /&gt;A good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'why must i accept it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my limits i surpassed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for i had dignity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when will i ever learn my lesson again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114762000101522294?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114762000101522294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114762000101522294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114762000101522294'/><link rel='self' 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I LOVE MUMMY ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114758467681937327?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114758467681937327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114758467681937327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114758467681937327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114758467681937327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day-i-love-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114744953265930190</id><published>2006-05-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:58:52.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a long hiatus desperately,someone please offer me .&lt;br /&gt;sick of doing everything for any reason, that's senseless to me now. im finally feeling like a teenager...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114744953265930190?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114735878066150438</id><published>2006-05-11T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:46:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea she willlll be love. yea she willll be love ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114735878066150438?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114735878066150438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114735878066150438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114735878066150438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114735878066150438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/yea-she-willlll-be-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114733976358393245</id><published>2006-05-11T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:29:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o my god..feeling nauseous now..absorbed too much water .maybe. plus the smell of duno wad my mum's cooking now.. worse. -_-'''''''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114733976358393245?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114733976358393245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114733976358393245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114733976358393245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114733976358393245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114733454839858875</id><published>2006-05-11T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:02:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;how lame the guys get...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;representing 5B!!;)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class9.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;going from left to right.Nisham,rick peh,ariff,calvin,azizi &amp;amp; azmi.hmm..wad's this?battle huh?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;nice 1 ah,poor azmi..last one lol.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class7.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;eh pleeease lah..-_- ariff gonna kiss da camera lol&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG height=270 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class5.jpg" width=207&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;cool *come come,grab one on da battlefield.azmi looks innocent.huh?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 175px" height=165 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class3.jpg" width=229&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;oh godddd. we're da only survivor!yea..against da whiteboard..duh.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class2.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;hah! azmi big boss!!ariff..wad's tat,marker?LOL.wad brand?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class6.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;feat.rickpeh,azmi,bigboy azizi ;P&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class8.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;THAT'S THEM!! dope ass 5b!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/class4.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;hah!i stole the photos from rick's heh:) copyright: rickpeh. k?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114733454839858875?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114725457427983169</id><published>2006-05-10T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:40:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please allow me to use the art of vulgarity here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&amp;%&amp;amp;*)*^*%$#^&amp;&amp;amp;*(^76$$*(&amp;&amp;amp;()*^%*%(()@#@#$@@%$&amp;^$%5&amp;amp;^789&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of all these.stress from attending to school work everyday and WORK on weekends.i'm really getting out of ma mind.apart from being isolated from the world's issue,i'm even less than a fashionmonger.outdated and worned out in solitary arena. i need to be busting lose now and escape through this confinement for the past 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s:sorry to express with vulgars,that was what's really in my mind .abit unrefine though,but straight from my heart that precise moment, :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114725457427983169?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114725457427983169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114725457427983169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114725457427983169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114725457427983169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-allow-me-to-use-art-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114684725706321517</id><published>2006-05-06T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:40:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got home from town.mari,sandy,ng and me spent our day at far east.it really made us tipsy turvy in the mall,there were so much things we craved for and yet i had to control myself from buying everything which i favour. my brain is not functionally well enough now,so u see..i can't think of anymore now,therefore my brain desperately needs to be rest and off right now this critical moment. this is not doing any good to my health,i got to slp nw........damn.tired. -_-zZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i've grab some photos and i'll update them asap till i got the pictures upload..i will blog the whole event by then.(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really tired lah.aiyooo ..slp now slp now,later still got work......wahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;gd night:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114684725706321517?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114684725706321517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114684725706321517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114684725706321517'/><link rel='self' 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it out man" and "yourrrrr HEad ar!"wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;have to say mr chong flunk as a teacher who "teach"..lesson is okay but i really don't understand anything he taught..prefer tan 1 leh..physics lecture is fun!and i finally know so much things abt physics in one lecture.2nd year teaching us and i still failed his test,i've never passed well before.&lt;br /&gt;i drink water in class after recess and he said "shame on u"(tats his slogan lah) but what u meant?u mean u've never drink before?so u mean it's a shamful thing to drink water in class huh?! all u know is only star trek .FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'but i will give men as the price for fire an evil thing in which they may all be glad of heart while they embrace their destruction.' -Pandora's box&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114665078345868581?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114657000259003940</id><published>2006-05-02T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:40:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm*just ate my dinner and i'm so bloated now-.-" i had mee hoon soup heh;)&lt;br /&gt;really very damn,i wanna lose weight and i'm on diet now but yet i still eat so much ..irritating lar.&lt;br /&gt;i want to lose weight!!i wan to be 45kg!!!!!!!!LOL,and pls..im not skinny okay,u guys damn skinny can!!say me...-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' i really can't cliche with ma sis ,vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;hey i've got a new dream career~i wanna be a mtv vj heh;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn fcuked up just now,i went for the appointment and the lady told me off peak hr is after 4pm,then why didn't the lady inform me when i called to change my appointment!?!?!!!! can u just go bang ur head on da wall?! grrrrrrr....i.d.10.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114657000259003940?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114657000259003940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114657000259003940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114657000259003940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114657000259003940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmjust-ate-my-dinner-and-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114649591006140969</id><published>2006-05-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:05:10.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Mike - Spoken]You ready? Lets go!Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about It's like this y'all (c'mon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]It's just ten percent luck,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty percent skill,&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,&lt;br /&gt;Five percent pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Fifty percent pain,&lt;br /&gt;And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike]&lt;br /&gt;MikeHe doesn't need his name up in lightsHe just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the micHe feels so unlike everybody else, aloneIn spite of the fact that some people still think that they know himBut fuck em'He knows the code:It's not about the salaryIt's about reality and making some noiseMakin the storyMakin sure his clique stays upThat means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tak]&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is he anyway?He never really talks muchNever concerned with status but still leavin them star struckHumbled through opportunities given to him despite the factThat many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin rapsPut it together himself, now the picture connectsNever askin for someone's help, to get some respectHe's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reachAnd now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ryu]&lt;br /&gt;It's just twenty percent skillEighty percent fearBe one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is illWho would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flamesAnd I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"Came back dropped Megadef, took em to churchI'm like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spotsHis stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S-Dot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's just ten percent luck,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty percent skill,&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,&lt;br /&gt;Five percent pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Fifty percent pain,&lt;br /&gt;And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ryu]&lt;br /&gt;They call him Ryu the sickAnd he's spittin fire with MikeGot him out the dryer he's hotFound him in Fort Minor with TakBeen a fuckin annihilist porcupineHe's a prick, he's a cockThe type woman want to be withAnd rappers hope he get shotEight years in the makinPatiently waitin to blowNow the record with shinoda's takin over the globeHe's got a partner in crime his shit is equally dopeYou wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tak]&lt;br /&gt;TakHe's not your everyday on the blockHe knows how to work with what he's gotMakin his way to the topPeople think its a common owners namePeople keep askin him was it given at birth,Or does it stand for an acronym?No he's livin proof,Got him rockin the boothHe'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juiceHim and his crew are known around as one of the bestDedicated to what they doin give a 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike]&lt;br /&gt;Forget MikeNobody really knows how or why he works so hardIt seems like he's never got timeBecause he writes every note and he writes every lineAnd I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mindIt's like a design is written in his head every timeBefore he even touches a key or speaks in a rhymeAnd those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's just ten percent luck,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty percent skill,&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,&lt;br /&gt;Five percent pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Fifty percent pain,&lt;br /&gt;And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro - Mike]Yeah! Fort Minor!M. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond!Ryu, Takbir!Machine Shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its just 10% luck.20% skill. 15% concentrated power of will. 5% pleasure. 50% pain. yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'u said i was unfriendly ,so wad's more u wanna say bout me.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slept at 5am ytd,chatted with norbin while he was playing game..damn.he dunwan say brb,i lose.i was talking gibberish la..but still u own me chocolate panda biscuit!!hee. muhahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114649591006140969?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114649591006140969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114649591006140969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114649591006140969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114649591006140969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/05/mike-spokenyou-ready-lets-goyeah-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114641568555582657</id><published>2006-05-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:48:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 139px" height=119 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/Yfshop2.jpg" width=161&gt;&lt;BR&gt;@ shop. ah ca (kim moh's) hp&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;damn.her hp so hard to operate,tried so long only 2 pics.still called me stupid..arrrrgh kim moh arrr!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 128px" height=134 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a3/yyuff/yfshop.jpg" width=186&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;what if i'm to forget?when the world gave up its embrace for me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;leaving me solitarily as a miserable soul.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;this uncurable illness,i'm gonna confront it alone till doom approaches me one day.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;and that's when i will be deviate from this world forever.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;hope of life has wrote me off.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;'last performance with band on speech day :((((((( everyone's feeling so emo after da performance while we played 'blue ridge saga' and 'singapore rhapsody'.....maaaaan!!and i&amp;nbsp;couldn't hold back my tears,well..all of&amp;nbsp;us can't.&amp;nbsp;esp blue ridge, reminisce the days of 4 years back, and now here in sec 5 i'm really leaving. left with all the good old memories.it seems as though everything happened just yesterday,time flies too fast more than i expect,i will miss you guys.miss woodland's concert band.miss flute and i'm not going to end it here,it's a long way to go,my musical..my music i can't live without. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;'i miss you guys larrr!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114641568555582657?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114641568555582657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114641568555582657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114605292750906472?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114605292750906472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114605292750906472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114605292750906472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114605292750906472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dad-is-dancer-and-he-said-hip-hop.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114603911020473780</id><published>2006-04-26T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:11:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arg.!ma leg and back are aching so much nw..nafa test ytd and i really can't jump man.tried so hard but yet still :(..&lt;br /&gt;din go sch today ,i really can't get myself out of the bed and it's really painful!!the strain all over ma body..thigh muscles and the pain on ma back make me can't even stand straight nw..my neck..waahhh its a torment ,fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/why am i feeling this way?! wad is there to be unhappy abt ?whaaat am i thinkiiiing?&lt;br /&gt;bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch biaaattch...i guess i'm really too possessive over it and temperamental, so i shouldn't be acting this way.and i shouldn't care.i don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures lie,everyone loves dancing. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114603911020473780?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114603911020473780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114603911020473780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114603911020473780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114603911020473780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/arg.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114597500885994059</id><published>2006-04-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:23:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just read sherene's blog just nw cuz ng ask me to see who her wlng refering to..and i think is weiling . not all of u.but tat's very bad of her though, as if ppl own her in their past life ..hmm.&lt;br /&gt;at least she commented 5b cls-tee was nice(i really think so too lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/damn.yong flared at us today..whole of the art cls.she really screamed her head off man..no idea y also..whole cls was like.........................................................(-_-) pms i guess lol cuz i notice a few pimples on her forehead and her tummy was rather bloated today bhahaha!!;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114597500885994059?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114597500885994059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114597500885994059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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be free these days (which is true enough tat i really will not be free!!!),and he sounded quite unhappy after tat. huh?i was like......eH? wad hv i done wrong man. but i hope he wun take it too hard against me. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;come to this..i haven't been meeting *him for a long long long long long period le..i really wasn't able to fork out anytime .. and he also seems to be practising alot these days:( duno he gt miss me or nt ho ..? LOL!! ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114588374972546671?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114588374972546671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114588374972546671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114588374972546671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114588374972546671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-many-sketches-to-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114580132983078873</id><published>2006-04-23T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:08:49.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wad kind of impression do i give ppl?&lt;br /&gt;cold. hard to get close. i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiet,friendly,funny,amusing,cheerful,bubbly,crazy..well i think i am lol;P&lt;br /&gt;but i really can't quite understand myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if ppl see me as someone with parents to dote on,care for and therefore i don't hv to do anything..like a vase..&lt;br /&gt;they always do the job,i wanna join in..but i seems so useless :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114580132983078873?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114580132983078873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114580132983078873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114580132983078873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114580132983078873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/wad-kind-of-impression-do-i-give-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114572364878586357</id><published>2006-04-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:34:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came across this blog of 2 gays kero and colin. they are so so so lovin,damn. &lt;a href="http://www.colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;www.colinandkero.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i hv no airs against gays ..still humans ..ain't they?nth wrong being brought up to like ur own sexes.&lt;br /&gt;i hv to admit both of them are quite gd looking atually, cute in fact..abit too cute for a straight's behaviour, hai :(  no wonder nowdays gers can't find their right guy..so they've all became gays ..hmm sad&lt;br /&gt;but i dun mind being friends with them,they make great sistas instead yeah! ;) i haven't came across one..but any out who wanna share all ur secrets feel free k!! it's gonna be fully girls talk!!;P lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114572364878586357?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114572364878586357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114572364878586357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114572364878586357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114572364878586357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/came-across-this-blog-of-2-gays-kero.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114567428430123171</id><published>2006-04-22T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:51:24.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz woke up. time now is 10.44am..still tired but i can't seems to slp anymore.damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz realised tat so many ppl taking part in da levis comp..wdl already gt a few bunch,and some of ma frens and ftc also(suppose to)..but,hmm..nvm ;)&lt;br /&gt;mari!tat time we gt thought of taking part also rite!!?lol ! few mths back..but we give chance la ho..let other ppl win so we din join muhahahahahaha!!:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114567428430123171?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114567428430123171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114567428430123171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114567428430123171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114567428430123171'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114560317260924605</id><published>2006-04-21T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T15:06:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo..ariffin ran like....wow..i can't find any words to describe nw..proud of him ;)&lt;br /&gt;okay la..congrats to anyone everyone who won juz nw..and 5a too! sec 5 will always stand united! we may not be academical strong as u all..but at least we made it here..in sec 5 and we shall do our best. 5a always perform well in studies,5b are de artist! at least we are better in creative wise lol ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114560317260924605?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114560317260924605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114560317260924605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114560317260924605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114560317260924605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114553292532748698</id><published>2006-04-20T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:37:33.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from stadium..1500m just now and tml's sports day.&lt;br /&gt;after 1500,my cls stayed behind for our long awaited cls tee..cuz iznur and ariffin went all da way down paya lebar to get it for us.thx to them ;) da cls tee's soo so so so nice!!we love it man!thx again to the person who design it~guess it was iznur.&lt;br /&gt;after tat,we planned for our cls formation for phototaking tml at stadium.it wasn't tat bad..everyone was co-operative and rick did his part as a monitor,we did not regret voting him as the monitor cuz he was great! 3 cheers to ya!:)&lt;br /&gt;gothic tml?yea...lets freak them out.&lt;br /&gt;-featuring gothia'5b! bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i wanna dance again..who've got da passion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114553292532748698?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114553292532748698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114553292532748698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114553292532748698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114553292532748698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-came-back-from-stadium.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114544716405884343</id><published>2006-04-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:36:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shouted at her just now..and i really regreted it,i wan apologise.but i'm still on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;stress allow me to vent my anger on her.i shouldn't hv done it..&lt;br /&gt;i felt sorry for her,throughout my life till now..i'm so unfilial..i loath wad i've done..&lt;br /&gt;i love her alot..but i just can't learn to express myself&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for i can't express through words.damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want them to understand,&lt;br /&gt;wad i really am thinking&lt;br /&gt;are unexplainable in words&lt;br /&gt;just dig my heart out&lt;br /&gt;and all secrets will reveal&lt;br /&gt;that those are the emotionals which kept my soul for all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy,mummy,i love you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114544716405884343?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114544716405884343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114544716405884343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114544716405884343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114544716405884343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/shouted-at-her-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114535698974948541</id><published>2006-04-18T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:43:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time for me to get to know you more ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we are destinied..&lt;br /&gt;and u should start believing in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114526522878002859</id><published>2006-04-17T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:13:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is an abysmal word which there is no proper illustration to it.&lt;br /&gt;u understand? i don't and no one will,so therefore it shall remain its mystic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone says "i will love u forever"..i bet ya..it's so damn fake,u think we believe?whaha lets see..(;&lt;br /&gt;dun say u love someone till u know wad's da colour of their shit and da amount of hair around their body.bleah~: well..u may say u are interested in instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'damn.. so many homeworks left to complete. leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;i mean it when i say i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dun feel like running, simply cuz i'm lazy..can?argh -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u so...&lt;br /&gt;seems like it's been forever&lt;br /&gt;tat u've been gone&lt;br /&gt;i miss u so.i miss u so.i miss u so..so.so.so.so.damn ...much hah&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..ivan msg me ytd cuz he managed to know tat i like hip hop culture and fond of bboying,he seems quite into it too..so we had quite a long msg converstation ..er..from 5+ till..11+...wow.&lt;br /&gt;next time we gt sessions sure call u down k! we shall all practice hard and outstand the others!we can do it man! u've got soul k,dope.lol  but btw we nt only does bboying..also does street jazz too..so if ivan dun mind ..com' join us man he he he ;P sexy moves , tilt ya butt..OUh!yeeaa..er chi dance?lol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114493446535463979</id><published>2006-04-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:21:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chairs is causing me nauseate ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114493446535463979?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114493446535463979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love 5b!!man.i'm starting to love u guys so much!5a's so scary..too much affairs.im glad that i'm not in 5a..although all my frens are(mari,ng,denise,weiling,jialei)seems like they also quite fustrated with their cls. we may not be outstanding,but we don't quarrel.we don't backstab.we don't despise others.last but not least,we love each other ;p&lt;br /&gt;5b!5b!aye aye ayeeee &lt;3 lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114493220529486101?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114493220529486101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114493220529486101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114493220529486101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114493220529486101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-5bman.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114474947048326258</id><published>2006-04-11T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:14:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahaha!! damn.tat female dog thinks people who reads her blog worships her!!tats really amusing.i happen to read her blog..so i happen to worship her?LOL CHILDISH.L.A.M.E.&lt;br /&gt;some loathsome ppl will definitely get their retribution one day.she's almost dehumanized till the extend tat she is left to appear in a humane form.&lt;br /&gt;what she wrote in her blog has finally protrude her unrefiness in the attitude and behaviour.such detestable act should deserve the punishment and btw..the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'usually'&lt;/span&gt; unsightly look of her has increasingly been disfigured to again more unsightful,hopes she gets deface oneday! she &lt;em&gt;ASSUME &lt;/em&gt;that her blog is famous now..i doubt so..shouldn't it be notorious?,see..she can't even get her vocab right..and still hv the cheek to boast abt it..i seriously don't know what is there to boast abt..about vp and p knowing ur blog? for GODNESS sake..she insulted someone and vp,p doesn't hold it against her!!?tat's so unfair for GOOOOODDDD sake!i mean godddd...jesus.not some childish person who thinks tat ppl who reads her blog worship her..thinking of tat..don't you think its so so amusing?&lt;br /&gt;we used to be gd friend when we were in primary sch,but for some reason,friendship ended.still rmb how she insulted and mocked at me during tat period and we haven had any conversation for 6 years..now it's time for us to mock at ur childish language!!boorish creature.&lt;br /&gt;and please..telling everyone tat u're gonna make prank calls to ur hatred enemies?isn't tat stupid?guess u hv da whole world to call then..enjoy making ur prank calls.bleh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.freako.certain ppl hv the courage to live on despite the monstrous creature living in their body,i'll be dead by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114474947048326258?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114474947048326258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114474947048326258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114474947048326258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114474947048326258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/whahaha-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114474341203864215</id><published>2006-04-11T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:16:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days I wanna quit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and just be normal for a bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I find myself tryna stay by the phone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I feel like an idiot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; workin' my day around the call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at times debatin',Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now, you only stop by every once in a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doin' anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm doin' fine, and I'm plannin to keep it that way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can call me if you find you have somethin' to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; at times debatin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; no longer debatin',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For why you're not around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and feeling so useless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you've been gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please come back home...x5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;where'd u go by fort minor feat. holly brook and jonah matranga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i like it.i like it.i lik lik lik it.tis way.&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/14958126-114474341203864215?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114474341203864215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114474341203864215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114474341203864215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114474341203864215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/whered-you-goi-miss-you-soseems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114467030134986570</id><published>2006-04-10T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:15:55.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think...i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with a bboy&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;and a policeman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114467030134986570?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114467030134986570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114467030134986570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114467030134986570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114467030134986570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114459586619501564</id><published>2006-04-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:17:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>band performed for Minister of health,Mr kawh boon wan today at fuchun..i hv to admit it's boring!bored bored bored bored bored bored me to death!! i hate outdoor performance. but mr kawh boon wan look so cute lol!!aged looks kind of cute to me..&lt;br /&gt;'on the way back to school,the bus passed by hp's area,where i use to hang out last time..out of the blue,i sort of missed the old days.damn. i don't know y..tried to search for his hse ,12th floor..&lt;br /&gt;the time we always 'da bao' food to his hse .eat and watch tv ,vcd .use com.played game.snatched com with him and er ya..ice..his family beloved dog.use to watch him play bball with his friends. 338 and tekong. he took care of me when i had chicken pox.when i was sick. use to cook for me,or he rather cook himself..i'm nt gd at it lol ;D the good old damn blardy memories.i don't miss u..i miss the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a message u gave, a concern counts. A qns u ask, a care counts.&lt;br /&gt;when i wasn't feeling well the past few days,thx for your care and concern&lt;br /&gt;at least i know someone cares. that few mins,even though its for a friend.but i don't know how you really feels. if u're willing to take care of me,i will try not to be stubborn,i will listen to wad u say cuz i know it's always good for me.i promise i will see the doctor when i'm nt feeling well.i know i am physically weak,so i will take care of myself .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114459586619501564?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114459586619501564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114459586619501564&amp;isPopup=true' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a dying beast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is torturing&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bleeding ,my organs are bleeding profusively; dashing out of my skin and i can't take it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me.. ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114430402818185284?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114430402818185284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14958126&amp;postID=114430402818185284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114430402818185284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14958126/posts/default/114430402818185284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-feel-so-weak-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Black*attitude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034693721275769957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114424704847487736</id><published>2006-04-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:24:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'had cheerleading competition today..our cls did not perform well ..seriously not smooth at all,man!i assure u guys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;total amusement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if u see our performance today LOL!!we merely had fun and entertaiment with ourselves on da stage and treated the audience transparent whahah~although we did not perform our best but we really had fun throughout,so wad if they think " eh!apa ni!!" or "hey wad the f*** sia!" heck care! though i had many performing experiences on stage,but this was the first time i wasn't nervous at all compare to the previous ones ...maaaaaaaannn woooo!! we may not be the champion,but to us we are the best!!aight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''during eng period today,we had to write a discussion compo on our "weaknesses" and "strengths". i wrote musically inclined as my strength lol! and physically weak and obtuse as my weaknesses whaah! see....i'm feeling feeble all over my body again... oouuu..i feel so weird now..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114424704847487736?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114389978778569465</id><published>2006-04-01T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:56:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!!went to christalite methodist home today to complete our CIP hours,its an old folks home.we were totally unprepared at 1st because we did not plan well enough and we were suppose to help them paint their walls but none of us brought any painting materials along as we assume* that the staffs there will provide for us.we were quite uneasy with the area when were just stepped in as we were not really ready to start our day with entertaining the aged.Therefore,we had to buy the painting materials last minute.(whahah!painting the wall was fun!!)although it wasn't the artistic form of wall graffiti,u won't believe that it was done by the secondary sch art students(eeeww)but we truly enjoyed ourselves man!!after a while,all of us feel ourselves at home,we started interacting with the old folks,playing with them..talked to them..learnt new tricks from them(hah!the folks taught us damn loads of stuffs and one of the indian resident there made each of us an origami!it's a flower heh)we did the laundry too ;) At the end of the day,all of us were unwilling to leave the place..hmm..come to think of tat..we had nothing at all in the starting of day but we ended up doing a great job and strengthening the bonds with the folks,i will definitely miss it !!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we left the old folks home,we went to a bball court as a class to practice our cheer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at certain times,i really wanted to correct and edit their moves..but i did not voice out cuz i know that they will say "we are not professional dancers" and there's nothing i can do anyway...i'm not a professional cheerleader too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate zakiah..i hate the way she behaves..hate the way she speaks...hate the way she carried herelf..hate it when she tries to join in the grp..hate they way she always knock into me when she walks..&lt;br /&gt;have u got no discipline?didn't ur parents taught u?can't u be abit more humble?can't u just shut ur gap?can't u just stop giving comments?can u just stop ur insults..although i know u didn't meant to but it's really getting me on my nerves.maybe it's because u had a friend like her*&lt;br /&gt;she will recieve her retribution one day...i'm not gonna say much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114389978778569465?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114389978778569465/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14958126.post-114345460675513388</id><published>2006-03-27T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:16:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting nausea in tis world of reality.i hate to grow up.i don't want to.going in the society,i am so afraid.talk to angie in cls today and i suddenly find myself half stepping into the real world in a few years time and i'm starting to feel this frightening sensate.seriously,i am really scared to live alone next time..really scared that i'm being left alone and no one wants me anymore.some of you may not feel this now,but i am..quite scary though. so i pray to god that no one will ever leave me and find someone whom i can really rely on..for the rest on my life,but of cuz that person hv to make me likes him 1st...i'm being stubborn again ;)&lt;div 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and sandy tried to make us drunk!!irritating~me and angie ended up abit giddy and high after drinking the alchohol mixed by sandy lol~but we'r not drunk..we are good drinkers okay!!heh ;p&lt;br /&gt;Gathering with the girls on wednesday were fun!!i truely enjoyed the day with u girls.No one eles would ever to prepare only the food for bbq except us lol!!..and all of us cried for the show 'lion roar'..it touched my heart.....aiyo feel like crying again le la! :( but anyway thanks sandy and her boyfriend for sending us home ,we really appreciate it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no idea why still...i'm really proud of him!!!yey~!jia you k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14958126-114278554628819061?l=nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocturnalbossanova.blogspot.com/feeds/114278554628819061/comments/default' 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