<?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-38532793</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:49:10.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its really good to hear your voice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38532793.post-727803190106996739</id><published>2008-05-29T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:46:24.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a bad day, don't talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;gonna ride this out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;My little black heart, breaks apart,&lt;br /&gt;with your big mouth.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of my sickness&lt;br /&gt;Dont touch me, you'll get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm useless, lazy, perverted,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You can't save me,&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm waiting for my wake up call,&lt;br /&gt;And everything, everything's my fault.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything's my fault.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-727803190106996739?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/727803190106996739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=727803190106996739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/727803190106996739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/727803190106996739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-bad-day-dont-talk-to-me-gonna-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-6651191762389158721</id><published>2008-05-10T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:18:06.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i think i have an alter ego.&lt;br /&gt;a self that i dont recognise, understand or acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;at times i wanna try being her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38532793.post-3367342607626566487</id><published>2008-05-02T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:48:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember, how i beat the odds,&lt;br /&gt;and found you that afternoon at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt believe it was impossible,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i would have given everything&lt;br /&gt;just to have you back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should learn not to give my all to blind hope.&lt;br /&gt;you're not me, you arent meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;but somehow, i need to know that,&lt;br /&gt;it does mean as much to you as it does to me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;in reality, there's only the shorter story.&lt;br /&gt;there's no room for love and glory,&lt;br /&gt;that i can only wish for and dream of.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3367342607626566487?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3367342607626566487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=3367342607626566487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3367342607626566487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mornings&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1367705771588048191?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1367705771588048191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1367705771588048191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1367705771588048191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1367705771588048191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/sitting-here-all-alone-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g 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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-38532793.post-42863386453433218</id><published>2008-04-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:47:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;No more carefree laughter&lt;br /&gt;Silence ever after&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing we can do&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)&lt;br /&gt;We just have to face it, this time were through&lt;br /&gt;(this time we're through, this time we're through&lt;br /&gt;This time we're through, we're really through)&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go&lt;br /&gt;(I have to go this time I have to go, this time I know)&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Its the best I can do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-42863386453433218?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/42863386453433218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=42863386453433218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/42863386453433218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/42863386453433218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-carefree-laughter-silence-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8898999081327346806</id><published>2008-04-10T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:42:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I have a dream, a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;To help me through reality&lt;br /&gt;And my destination makes it worth the while&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the darkness still another mile&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep getting beaten down, everywhere, everything.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to manage it but it just gets out of control.&lt;br /&gt;too late for regrets, too much to hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ijustwannacurlbackupandcry.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;its not wrong to cry.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8898999081327346806?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8898999081327346806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=8898999081327346806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8898999081327346806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8898999081327346806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-dream-fantasy-to-help-me-through.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-2371446557096975645</id><published>2008-04-08T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:05:28.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You seem so far away though you are standing near&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alive, but something died I fear&lt;br /&gt;I really tried to make it out&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood&lt;br /&gt;What happened to our love, it used to be so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me&lt;br /&gt;S. O. S.&lt;br /&gt;The love you gave me, nothing else can save me&lt;br /&gt;S. O. S.&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;How can I even try to go on?&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Though I try how can I carry on?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a wrecking roller coaster flip flop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-2371446557096975645?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2371446557096975645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=2371446557096975645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2371446557096975645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2371446557096975645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-seem-so-far-away-though-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8173421020285815423</id><published>2008-04-03T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:35:24.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;if you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;i'll be first in line&lt;br /&gt;honey im still free&lt;br /&gt;take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;if you need me let me know&lt;br /&gt;gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;if you got no place to go&lt;br /&gt;if youre feeling down&lt;br /&gt;if you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt;if you put me to the test, if you let me try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I LOVEEEEEEE ABBA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8173421020285815423?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8173421020285815423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=8173421020285815423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8173421020285815423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8173421020285815423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-change-your-mind-ill-be-first-in.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-7292395359473802380</id><published>2008-03-25T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:03:46.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;sometimes i feel like a brittle leaf&lt;br /&gt;just fluttering on the near-bare tree&lt;br /&gt;hanging on not quite with strength&lt;br /&gt;but at volatile fate's deposition&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for that one gust&lt;br /&gt;to blow me away&lt;br /&gt;to twirl on its wispy breath&lt;br /&gt;in the downward spiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that deliverance?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-7292395359473802380?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7292395359473802380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=7292395359473802380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/7292395359473802380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/7292395359473802380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-i-feel-like-brittle-leaf-just.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-1762354021982585710</id><published>2008-03-18T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:37:09.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;were not enough&lt;br /&gt;and i used to feel like dreaming&lt;br /&gt;except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;never thought not having you here&lt;br /&gt;would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;tonight ive fallen and i cant get up&lt;br /&gt;i need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;and every night i miss you i can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are holding you,&lt;br /&gt;holding you,&lt;br /&gt;holding you,&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1762354021982585710?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1762354021982585710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1762354021982585710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1762354021982585710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1762354021982585710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-remember-days-we-spent-together-were.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-2490041584991513771</id><published>2008-03-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:57:28.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does it kill me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its meant to always be that way, so it cant get spoiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-2490041584991513771?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2490041584991513771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=2490041584991513771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2490041584991513771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2490041584991513771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-does-it-kill-me-everytime.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-3252312247632021249</id><published>2008-03-15T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:38:58.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;URGHS.&lt;br /&gt;i fucking cant slp cause my fucking sis doesnt wanna switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;and i happen to be extremely light sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to just miss you by that bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3252312247632021249?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3252312247632021249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=3252312247632021249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3252312247632021249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3252312247632021249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/whyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-7328055156424237900</id><published>2008-03-15T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:32:43.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after all these years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________and still i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-7328055156424237900?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7328055156424237900/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to kill the world&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill the world&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the world's trying to kill me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;they're really my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;the reason for living when all seems wrong.&lt;br /&gt;they make things seem not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL WANT TO KILL THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;STRANGLE IT THROTTLE IT SQUASH IT MINCE IT&lt;br /&gt;I HATE LIVING I SO DO&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE COMMITMENT-PHOBIC&lt;br /&gt;CAREFREE CAREFREE I FORGOT WHAT THAT MEANS AND FEELS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD SHOULD JUST DIE&lt;br /&gt;OR KILL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre halfway there anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38532793.post-8822400347578413116</id><published>2008-03-14T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:39:07.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i look at the world and i notice its turning&lt;br /&gt;while my guitar gently weeps&lt;br /&gt;with every mistake we must surely be learning&lt;br /&gt;still my guitar gently weeps&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how you were diverted&lt;br /&gt;you were perverted too&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how you were inverted&lt;br /&gt;no one alerted you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8822400347578413116?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-3770109904048107722</id><published>2008-03-12T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:29:40.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO1. the school sent my miserable results to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;NO2. there are only 4 days left to study for BT1.&lt;br /&gt;NO3. i dont plan to study biology.&lt;br /&gt;NO4. i hope to pass math and chem.&lt;br /&gt;NO5. there's a compelling sense of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;NO6. i'll kill myself if 07.03.08 repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;NO.7 boyfriend has been trying to be very nice to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO8. i hate my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;NO9. life is disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;NO10. im perpetually confused over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i dont want to live at this moment&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-38532793.post-4132551369684088599</id><published>2008-02-23T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T04:42:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its all broken and crushed without even being tangible in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-4132551369684088599?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4132551369684088599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=4132551369684088599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its smth that no one understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-546463040956623464?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/546463040956623464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=546463040956623464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/546463040956623464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/546463040956623464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-so-i-feel-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g 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unfamiliar grounds,&lt;br /&gt;that reek of immorality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see the light soon,&lt;br /&gt;please i beg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-2392316561260803247?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2392316561260803247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=2392316561260803247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2392316561260803247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2392316561260803247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/thrown-into-this-unfamiliar-grounds.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-2428063759202199740</id><published>2007-12-27T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:38:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screwed up screwed up !&lt;br /&gt;why did everything become so screwed up ?!&lt;br /&gt;i wish you never went to thailand.&lt;br /&gt;ever since you were back, NOTHING was ever the same again !&lt;br /&gt;frequency, we've been on total different frequencies.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YOURE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;everything you do, im annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;everything i do, youre upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DONT WE KNOW EACH OTHER ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO ?!&lt;br /&gt;EVER SINCE YOU LEFT, YOU NEVER CAME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was gone, did you die and reborn ?&lt;br /&gt;the moment i was back, it was different.&lt;br /&gt;we both know, we both feel it.&lt;br /&gt;not the same, just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you know whats wrong with yourself,&lt;br /&gt;but just keep living in denial,&lt;br /&gt;you just refuse to tell me what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW, ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY TRYING TO FIGURE WHAT CHANGED ?&lt;br /&gt;ITS KILLING ME WHEN I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOURE LIKE THIS !&lt;br /&gt;IM DYING, SIMPLY DYING BECAUSE I DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant you just let me know whats going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38532793.post-6194764846207592282</id><published>2007-12-25T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:54:11.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont cry boy, it wont help.&lt;br /&gt;stronger, thats what you gotta be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-6194764846207592282?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6194764846207592282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=6194764846207592282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/6194764846207592282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/6194764846207592282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-cry-boy-it-wont-help.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-5338667631814453061</id><published>2007-12-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:12:23.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. i dont want you anymore&lt;br /&gt;2. i am distancing from you&lt;br /&gt;3. i think youre not good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always one of the above right? your fucking insecurities. im so sick and tired of them you know? one entire year ive tried to reassure you, till you just choose to be completely emotionally dependent on me. ok, so youre depressed, youre tired, i ought to be understanding and continue supporting you. is that what youre expecting of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well excuse me, its not like i havent had my brush with depression. i freaking know how it feels like to have extreme moodswings, feeling lost in unfamiliar emtional terrains within yourself. and i think i have more reasons than you to be tired. but you dont see me clinging on to you like a life support right ? and you cant even understand that its thus difficult for me to still support you so extensively. obviously its where my short temperedness and frustration stem from. you think its easy for me ? i know its not easy for you and thats why i dont expect much from you. i work, i tire, i suffer but do i complain ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, i make my best effort to cheer you up. you know them, i dont have to state the little things i do, the way i approach you, how i try to make you feel. but i dont feel like its appreciated tho its not easy for me to put in the effort. and its just so easy for you to pick a fight. and you ask me why i flare so easily ? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU BOTHERED TO PUT IN EFFORT AND THE PERSON YOU CARE FOR JUST IGNORES IT AND CHOOSES TO UPSET YOU INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, you think i dont want you. you think that i would dump you at first possible opportunity when someone else of a better calibre comes along. you think that i feel youre not good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, but i wont bother to reassure you anymore. i wont bother to let you feel secure about our relationship like how i did for the past year. i wont bother. if you dont have confidence in yourself, in who and what you are, fine. but the fact that you dont even have the confidence in me, in me to trust that i do care for you, thats just way too much to bear for me. i wont accept such mentality any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no point hanging on to me by pleas and begs. neither of us would be happy in such a partnership. pleas and begs are merely words, empty as words can get. give me feelings, let me feel that you and i do love. thats how we stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;emotions, do you understand feelings? its them, and not the words that count. words are empty without emotions to fill them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-5338667631814453061?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5338667631814453061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=5338667631814453061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/5338667631814453061'/><link rel='self' 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-38532793.post-2715175196587800054</id><published>2007-12-03T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:47:15.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=7&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-2715175196587800054?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2715175196587800054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=2715175196587800054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2715175196587800054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2715175196587800054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-6548463374230896946</id><published>2007-12-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:29:12.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;its really good to hear your voice, saying my name&lt;br /&gt;and it sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;saying these words&lt;br /&gt;it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=grey&gt;and i, never want to say goodbye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i can never stay angry,&lt;br /&gt;hold a grudge, keep my distance,&lt;br /&gt;or leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me nearly hate you,&lt;br /&gt;if not for the love of you that comes before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-6548463374230896946?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6548463374230896946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=6548463374230896946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/6548463374230896946'/><link 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7iaVrNUc3Q/R0hcBCJnTUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TqD2Eq3Aaz8/s320/scandal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136456547842870594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passion, our passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it felt like a breeze from the past,&lt;br /&gt;almost alive, rushing warmth onto my skin.&lt;br /&gt;but wind, its hollow, lifeless being,&lt;br /&gt;ending comfort with shivers on my spine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3651963248614973227?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3651963248614973227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=3651963248614973227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>i wanted to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;longer than, there've been fishes in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;higher than, any bird ever flew&lt;br /&gt;longer than, there've been stars up in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;i've been in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stronger than, any mountain cathedral&lt;br /&gt;truer than, any tree ever grew&lt;br /&gt;deeper than, any forest primeval&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring fire in the winters&lt;br /&gt;you'll send showers in the spring&lt;br /&gt;we'll fly through the falls and summers&lt;br /&gt;with love on our wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the years as the fire starts to mellow&lt;br /&gt;burning lines in the book of our lives&lt;br /&gt;though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in love with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-178055495315671489?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/178055495315671489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=178055495315671489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/178055495315671489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/178055495315671489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanted-to-tell-you-longer-than.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8650854931261347442</id><published>2007-11-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:38:25.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the gathering made me one happy girl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but you, you make me feel alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre so sweet sweet sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;bitter sweet. we quarrel, and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but when we make up, it makes whatever you do,&lt;br /&gt;all the more sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bittersweet, its better than just sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8650854931261347442?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-8002670758151321347</id><published>2007-11-12T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:10:14.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Now that I've lost everything to you &lt;br /&gt;You say you wanna start something new &lt;br /&gt;And it's breakin' my heart you're leavin' &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm grievin' &lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna leave, take good care &lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear &lt;br /&gt;But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to get by just on a smile, girl &lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world &lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember you like a child, girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do &lt;br /&gt;And it's breakin' my heart in two &lt;br /&gt;Because I never wanna see you sad, girl &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a bad girl &lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna leave, take good care &lt;br /&gt;Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there &lt;br /&gt;But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you &lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna leave, take good care &lt;br /&gt;Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there &lt;br /&gt;But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8002670758151321347?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8002670758151321347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=8002670758151321347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8002670758151321347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8002670758151321347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-that-ive-lost-everything-to-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-2397512610786590709</id><published>2007-11-11T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:40:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance&lt;br /&gt;With the stars up above in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A fantabulous night to make romance&lt;br /&gt;'Neath the cover of October skies&lt;br /&gt;And all the leaves on the trees are falling&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of the breezes that blow&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to please to the calling&lt;br /&gt;Of your heart-strings that play soft and low&lt;br /&gt;And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush&lt;br /&gt;And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just have one a' more Moondance with you, my love&lt;br /&gt;Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanna make love to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'til the morning has come&lt;br /&gt;And I know that the time is just right&lt;br /&gt;And straight into my arms you will run&lt;br /&gt;And when you come my heart will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;To make sure that you're never alone&lt;br /&gt;There and then all my dreams will come true, dear&lt;br /&gt;There and then I will make you my own&lt;br /&gt;And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside&lt;br /&gt;And I know how much you want me that you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Moondance with you in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;On a magic night&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;On a magic night&lt;br /&gt;Can't I just have one more dance with you my love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-2397512610786590709?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2397512610786590709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=2397512610786590709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2397512610786590709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2397512610786590709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-its-marvelous-night-for-moondance.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8970337490761059602</id><published>2007-11-11T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:00:00.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you say ive been becoming so far away.&lt;br /&gt;actually, its more like i dont know who you are anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ever since you know what, you've been reading so much into things.&lt;br /&gt;too much and this thinking has affected both of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;a little bit here, and you start imagining like i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;a little there, and you start thinkin the whole world is against you.&lt;br /&gt;our friends, our outings, our decisions, the things we used to do.&lt;br /&gt;they all changed because of this.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, its just me and you. alone.&lt;br /&gt;i like spending time with you,&lt;br /&gt;but why are we becoming so isolated.&lt;br /&gt;its like your own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8970337490761059602?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8970337490761059602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=8970337490761059602' 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good talk with you for so so long ! last night was just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god oh my god its her ? its her ?!" panicks. sends leon away. turns around and screams " i havent seen you in so so long! ah ah ah" HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE WEIRD ASSES. please come on the 18th please please (: i really wanna see you again neh ! you silly girl ! I LURBBBBBCHE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-7972354631282968386?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7972354631282968386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=7972354631282968386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/7972354631282968386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/7972354631282968386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/bieh-as-i-promised-girl-amagod-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-3154714569730208422</id><published>2007-11-07T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:20:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life aint easy is it. baby baby, you really drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im always flung around in a whirlwind of you.&lt;br /&gt;of everything concerning you.&lt;br /&gt;it never seems to end.&lt;br /&gt;there's just so many things. so many so many.&lt;br /&gt;too many just too much.&lt;br /&gt;baby, why baby just why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3154714569730208422?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-1862853005268657909</id><published>2007-11-01T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T06:42:59.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this how you treat a girl who's been waiting up all night for you ?&lt;br /&gt;some sense of decency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent had a wink of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1862853005268657909?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1862853005268657909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1862853005268657909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1862853005268657909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1862853005268657909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-how-you-treat-girl-whos-been.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-50679646551545596</id><published>2007-11-01T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:06:10.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what your thinking about tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your alone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ve been crying just like me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I lost your touch&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wanted to be loved too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a rainy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m staring at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we got too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you every day&lt;br /&gt;I told you every night in every way&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;s&gt;(and you never really seemed to notice)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you got scared&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have nothing else to say&lt;br /&gt;But I love you&lt;br /&gt;So baby now my life’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;Cos I couldn’t love you any less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a rainy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m staring at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we got too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It’s not right&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair&lt;br /&gt;It’s in you baby cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;What if you were the love of my life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before&lt;br /&gt;Too serious, too soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got too serious to soon&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there for you like no one else before&lt;br /&gt;Too serious too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted you to love me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a rainy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m staring at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we got too serious, too soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-50679646551545596?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/50679646551545596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=50679646551545596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/50679646551545596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/50679646551545596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wonder-where-you-are-i-wonder-what.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-1802890016038756801</id><published>2007-10-20T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:06:35.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so satisfied today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1802890016038756801?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1802890016038756801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1802890016038756801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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dont get it. anyway, i said it and i say it again. i dont know what i did to lose your trust, if i even had it in the first place. i cannot accept it that youre insecure about me. i am disgusted that you can acutally think that im cheating on you. that is just ridiculous to me, especially all that ive done and have been doing for you. a relationship goes 2 ways. it cant survive with me trusting you and being secure, but you not trusting me and being insecure. it cant survive with me giving in and doing all the work and you hoping that my success complements your lack of achievements. no. it doesnt work that way. you cant rely on me all the time you cant you cant cause im not superwoman. everyone in this world relies on me. i want to look for someone i can rely on too. but you, you want to be like the rest. you want to rely on me. and you want to be the one with the privilege to rely on me the most just cause youre my top priority. do you know how much that breaks me. i want you to study hard, to do well, for the best of us. but no, you refuse to do so. childish and immature way of thinking that that would show your love for me. NO. that destroys me. dont you understand me ? if you do, then you wouldnt think that giving up would show me your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know why i seem to blow up at the slightest things you do nowadays when i didnt last time, let me tell you. its because you became increasingly immature and insecure. the things you do, you say are just so frustrating and ridiculous to me. im already stressed and this just isnt acceptable to me. i dont have time and energy to play with you now. for you to think and suspect me of unfaithfulness, or leaving you is just crazy to me. i dont think i deserve this. it isnt fair to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont you understand me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有你当宝&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for hurting me this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-2232467499931375604?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2232467499931375604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=2232467499931375604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2232467499931375604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2232467499931375604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know-how-to-make-you-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8489283687456045720</id><published>2007-10-07T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:53:27.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7iaVrNUc3Q/Rwe8b1ybuzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/15cea7NJsLQ/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7iaVrNUc3Q/Rwe8b1ybuzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/15cea7NJsLQ/s320/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118266688010959666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;light the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;misty watercolour memories&lt;br /&gt;of the way we were&lt;br /&gt;scattered pictures&lt;br /&gt;of the smiles we left behind&lt;br /&gt;smiles we gave to one another&lt;br /&gt;for the way we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can it be that it was all so simple then&lt;br /&gt;or has time rewritten every line&lt;br /&gt;if we had the chance to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;tell me, would we ? could we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;can be beautiful and yet&lt;br /&gt;whats too painful to remember&lt;br /&gt;we simply choose to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its the laughter&lt;br /&gt;that we will remember&lt;br /&gt;whenever we remember&lt;br /&gt;the way we were&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's to blame for the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;im at a loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8489283687456045720?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8489283687456045720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38532793.post-1711498212048645096</id><published>2007-10-03T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:22:31.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im actually quite happy now (:&lt;br /&gt;so im actually quite high (:&lt;br /&gt;at least relatively higher than the past days.&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna start bio now. 11 hours to go.&lt;br /&gt;late but at least i got the swing back.&lt;br /&gt;at last.&lt;br /&gt;i love my baby.&lt;br /&gt;we finally reached a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;come on idiot !&lt;br /&gt;you screwed chem !&lt;br /&gt;work up some shit for bio man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=7 color=red family=arial&gt;I LOVE YOU (",) ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38532793.post-3775804520965260728</id><published>2007-10-02T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:12:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hollow.&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3775804520965260728?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3775804520965260728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=3775804520965260728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3775804520965260728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3775804520965260728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/hollow.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-5996637506700280865</id><published>2007-10-02T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:49:16.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>must it be this way ?&lt;br /&gt;is there no compromise ?&lt;br /&gt;all im asking for is a week.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, youre alone.&lt;br /&gt;insecure and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;especially since whatever happened the past months.&lt;br /&gt;but still, all im asking for is a week.&lt;br /&gt;its not like im not in contact with you at all.&lt;br /&gt;just a few hours a day to study.&lt;br /&gt;you said you dont want me stressed.&lt;br /&gt;but thats what you make me.&lt;br /&gt;youre pulling me on one side.&lt;br /&gt;studies on the other.&lt;br /&gt;you want me to give up my studies for you ?&lt;br /&gt;would you be happy then ?&lt;br /&gt;im just asking for you to be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;to be mature and weigh the situation for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;youre not a child, dont behave like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont give me the bullshit crap of "ok i dont meet you for a week" after you read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-5996637506700280865?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-6353976402221775118</id><published>2007-09-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:50:35.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-6353976402221775118?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6353976402221775118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=6353976402221775118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/6353976402221775118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/6353976402221775118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-1582226514301039875</id><published>2007-09-16T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:19:27.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was living in a fabricated environment all along. thanks. and i never knew. i trusted you, with all my heart mama. why did you do this to me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;im not like her. i wont be, but you dont know me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1582226514301039875?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1582226514301039875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1582226514301039875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1582226514301039875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1582226514301039875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-was-living-in-fabricated.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-3697061605078607809</id><published>2007-09-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:22:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL YOU IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;why ?! why are all you so effing annoying. why do you all make me lose my temper. i fucking hate all of you people. one more person, i swear just one more, id kill that faggot. i cant even get my life straightened out at this moment, and you idiots, you effing idiots have to FUCKING GET IN MY WAY and add to all the shit i have. yea ? you got a problem with me and my screwed up life?! why yea let me fucking tell you ive got a problem with it too ok so shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i hate school. i haven been listening at all. yea im gonna screw promos. yea i wanna go poly. yea i know im in the wrong place. yea i know im wasting my fucking time and i hate being in jc cause it bloody screws up my life. yea i like to cook. yea i like to paint and draw. yea i like to fucking do all these things and not study. and yea i got a problem with that and you idiots make it even worse. and yea i like estrangling my family members. so just fuck off and die if youve got a problem with me cause youre probably the least of my concerns fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, maybe the only idiot is myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3697061605078607809?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3697061605078607809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=3697061605078607809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3697061605078607809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3697061605078607809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-you-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-3771376977045319972</id><published>2007-09-11T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:04:32.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i get so high, appear so cheerful and alive in school, when inside i know i feel so dead. with every moment left to myself, i feel myself sink again. then i go find someone, anyone, and act like some nonsense retarded shit. i cant seem to breathe deep enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3771376977045319972?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3771376977045319972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=3771376977045319972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3771376977045319972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/3771376977045319972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-do-i-get-so-high-appear-so-cheerful.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-533818822952760252</id><published>2007-09-10T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:41:21.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hush baby dont cry, everything's gonna be alright. today it came to me again. crept up quietly behind me and sent me sinking down, down once more this sickly misery that makes me lose my mind and stare out into space and drown in tears that flow without sobs. but i sink without protest this time. just let it flow as the waves wash over the shore of my soul, slowing but surely eroding it down to the dry bones with its soft silky weightlessness. i feel like absconding. yea to run away hurriedly, secretly, unlawfully, like a guilty thief in the dead of the night. yea, id love to abscond, and bring you with me, along with the happy memories i had. is that stealing? am i not taking what belongs to me? but only criminals abscond, so i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;darkness and its silky comfort&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;i wanna call you now, but youve got a paper and you need to rest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-533818822952760252?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/533818822952760252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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size=1&gt;&lt;s&gt;sometimes im so sick of everyone expecting a certain something from me. its not that its their fault to expect it, its not like its wrong. its just that i cant handle it and i dont know what to do with it. i feel so bad that i cant live up to them. i see those things pile up and rot and im just holed up in this miserable place. they say they understand. but oh they never will. im sorry things dont go as planned, as all of you wish. mummy im sorry im not your bright acer child anymore. CR im sorry ive not been getting things how they're supposed to be. maine im sorry i dont seem to ever give you enough. and everything else, school projects whatever, im sorry i haven given my best. dude, im sorry i cant solve your problems, i cant help you with your work all the time, cant stay up every waking hour with you, cant do everything you want for you or with you, cant do everything that you expect me to, that everyone else expects me to. i hate the way everything is turning out. i wish nobody asks whats wrong or why im upset. i wouldnt know what to tell you and you'd only make me more frustrated that i dont know and make me feel more lost.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-3833862661865875483?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-6325610792197100910</id><published>2007-09-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:40:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing&lt;br /&gt;Of sunlight to moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Reflections in my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh how they fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The greetings&lt;br /&gt;Of people in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh how they fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;All my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Sad tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Take me back to my own home&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my cryings&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm dying, dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Take me back to my own home&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing, arranging&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing, I'm changing everything&lt;br /&gt;Oh, everything around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The world is a bad place&lt;br /&gt;A bad place, a terrible place to live&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;All my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Sad tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Take me back to my own home&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my cryings&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm dying, dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Take me back to my own home&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Sad tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Take me back to my own home&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my cryings... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute pretty baby, do i have my own home.&lt;br /&gt;the roads overgrown with thorny shrubs.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my way.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe there wasnt ever a way.&lt;br /&gt;maybe there wasnt a place i belonged.&lt;br /&gt;there was never a home that was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;why ?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-6325610792197100910?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-9085289355465915855</id><published>2007-09-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:11:32.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;if youre lost you can look&lt;br /&gt;and you will find me&lt;br /&gt;time after time&lt;br /&gt;if you fall i will catch you&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time after time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im lost who do i find.&lt;br /&gt;will you find me?&lt;br /&gt;if i fall will you catch me?&lt;br /&gt;time after time?&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost i feel empty&lt;br /&gt;yet bloated with many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i puke but theres nothing&lt;br /&gt;yet it still sickly churns.&lt;br /&gt;i cry but its dry sobs that comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;time after time.&lt;br /&gt;i look at everything around me&lt;br /&gt;and i dont feel sorry for myself,&lt;br /&gt;but yet i cant feel happy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;i looked at you eating today&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes welled up in tears.&lt;br /&gt;coming fiften months and i still find it so unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;that youre actually mine.&lt;br /&gt;you seem just so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;i wish everything else were just a lil more like you.&lt;br /&gt;i cry knowing that i have you with me,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems right, except you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-9085289355465915855?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9085289355465915855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scared.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im so angry.&lt;br /&gt;sometime i just dont want to care.&lt;br /&gt;and then there are times,&lt;br /&gt;where i know impossible is a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i dont want to lose you. please be mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-7288038484626606807?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7288038484626606807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=7288038484626606807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/7288038484626606807'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;sometimes you picture me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking too far ahead &lt;br /&gt;you're calling to me, I can't hear &lt;br /&gt;what you've said&lt;br /&gt;Then you say, go slow&lt;br /&gt;I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;the second hand unwinds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw screw screw everything.&lt;br /&gt;im upset.&lt;br /&gt;yea hell yea im upset.&lt;br /&gt;now everyone and everything can just fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1325145312015015037?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1325145312015015037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1325145312015015037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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guitar gently weeps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the world and I notice it's turning &lt;br /&gt;While my guitar gently weeps &lt;br /&gt;With every mistake we must surely be learning &lt;br /&gt;Still my guitar gently weeps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you were diverted &lt;br /&gt;you were perverted too &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you were inverted &lt;br /&gt;no one alerted you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still my guitar gently weeps.&lt;br /&gt;morning's empty.&lt;br /&gt;its all around me but yet nothing's there.&lt;br /&gt;why dont you stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-7700484346764103645?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7700484346764103645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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simply love them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love everything i have now.&lt;br /&gt;except school.&lt;br /&gt;im a lucky girl (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-6731186881672238501?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6731186881672238501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=6731186881672238501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/6731186881672238501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/6731186881672238501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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-38532793.post-2559539649695191557</id><published>2007-08-19T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:37:02.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;you've got this new head filled up with smoke&lt;br /&gt;I got my veins all tangled close &lt;br /&gt;to the jukebox bars you frequent&lt;br /&gt;the safest place to hide&lt;br /&gt;a long night spent with your most obvious weakness&lt;br /&gt;you start shaking at the thought&lt;br /&gt;you are everything i want&lt;br /&gt;cause you are everything i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we lay, we lay together&lt;br /&gt;just not, too close, too close&lt;br /&gt;(how close is close enough?)&lt;br /&gt;we lay, we lay together&lt;br /&gt;just not too close, too close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;well i trip over everything you say&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;in the worst way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make damn sure&lt;br /&gt;that you can't ever leave&lt;br /&gt;no you won't ever get too far from me&lt;br /&gt;you won't ever get too far from me&lt;br /&gt;i'll make damn sure (damn sure)&lt;br /&gt;that you can't ever leave (that you can't ever leave)&lt;br /&gt;no you won't ever get too far from me&lt;br /&gt;you won't ever get too far from me&lt;br /&gt;you won't ever get too far from me (ever get too far)&lt;br /&gt;you won't ever get too far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you sajc and all your lousy work. im gonna trash you maths and break you down so badly, make damn sure that youre cant ever leave and you wont get too far from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my baby ever so much (:&lt;br /&gt;he makes me proud (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;little things you do let me know how much you care&lt;br /&gt;your subconscious actions touch me tenderly&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-2559539649695191557?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2559539649695191557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=2559539649695191557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2559539649695191557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/2559539649695191557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/youve-got-this-new-head-filled-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8788933706708138699</id><published>2007-07-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T23:12:29.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;bless the kind soul who brought it to the police post.&lt;br /&gt;and my mother who was so patient and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, dude for being there at my darkest hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate you, ever so much you.&lt;br /&gt;no respect, no love, no memories.&lt;br /&gt;if you would only let me hate you less.&lt;br /&gt;i could stab you and strangle you to death.&lt;br /&gt;for making me fatherless,&lt;br /&gt;and filled with hurt, anger and hate,&lt;br /&gt;running away last night,&lt;br /&gt;screaming and crying,&lt;br /&gt;headed to nowhere carelessly,&lt;br /&gt;till someone else offered me the comfort i couldnt have&lt;br /&gt;from you.&lt;br /&gt;some other man filled your position in my life.&lt;br /&gt;thank you pillar of support.&lt;br /&gt;i could only love you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8788933706708138699?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8788933706708138699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=8788933706708138699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8788933706708138699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8788933706708138699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-found-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-5596711367869423335</id><published>2007-07-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:07:58.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOODY FUCKING HELL I HATE THIS WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;AND I THOUGHT YDAY WAS THE WORST DAY.&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 fucking big ulcers on my lips. so fucking swollen.&lt;br /&gt;2. fucking mdm pwah confiscated my earrings and scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;3. fucking menstrual cramps backaches pimples and what not.&lt;br /&gt;4. fucking flu and headache sore throat and cough.&lt;br /&gt;5. fucking C for gp paper.&lt;br /&gt;6. fucking pw workshop tmr than council commendation what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;7. fucking stupid to drop my wallet in the bus today.&lt;br /&gt;my ic, ezlink and my beloved mirror. im so sorry dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw this world id kill the next person who annoys me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-5596711367869423335?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5596711367869423335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=5596711367869423335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i cant. but i never realised how important it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I believe in being fully present. That means you should be with the person you are with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many people with far smaller problems are so self-absorbed, their eyes glaze over if you speak for more than thirty seconds. They already have something else in mind- a friend to call, a fax to send, a lover they're daydreaming about. They only snap back to full attention when you finish talking, at the which point they say 'Uh-huh' or 'Yeah, really' and fake their way back to the moment."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how very true this is. and yet i cant pull myself away from it. makes me feel so shallow. cant we show a little more concern for the people we love and the world around. afterall, we are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The story about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air-- until he notices the other wave in front of him, crashing against the shore. "My God, this is terrible," the wave says. "Look what's going to happen to me!" Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, "Why do you look so sad?" The first wave says, "You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second wave says, &lt;u&gt;"No, you dont understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from years back and halfway across the world, its amazing how Morrie Schwartz can reach over to me transversing space, time and death. i am humbled, as i seek to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, &lt;i&gt;"Love each other, or perish"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is why im feeling miserable of the late, due to school. how i long for those days at stnicks once more. my 2nd home for 10 sweet years. how i wish i could brush with death, so that i may learn to live, like i were dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1089779862030312331?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1089779862030312331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1089779862030312331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1089779862030312331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1089779862030312331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-are-with-someone-give-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-1590615371519882067</id><published>2007-06-24T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:51:47.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i needed entertainment and it came in a form of glenteohs friendster bulletin. amuse yourself.&lt;br /&gt;this is ripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 facts and 26 secrets about bored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Did You-&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to a boy/girl you like ?&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn anything new?&lt;br /&gt;u can smack the wings off a fly with a&lt;br /&gt;graphic calculator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Talked to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;wah im hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;SARA PARN LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last Person Who-&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Laid in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;macdonald cappuccino not bad leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;the starhub advertisement charboh dam hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to the mall with you?&lt;br /&gt;but I think keira knightley hotter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You showered with?&lt;br /&gt;gandalf. his staff can glow. dam cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;the fly that got it's wings busted by my&lt;br /&gt;graphic calculator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;the sky so high the bird shiat in my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-General stuff-&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite location?&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;as long as the mood is there, any place&lt;br /&gt;will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you most scared of this&lt;br /&gt;second?&lt;br /&gt;LHS not equal RHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;when scratch backside, don't bite&lt;br /&gt;fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;leave them for other people's faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like being around people?&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I like being around people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Have you ever cried?&lt;br /&gt;whoever created this questionnaire isn't&lt;br /&gt;human, or is incredibly stupid...but&lt;br /&gt;maybe its meant for stupid people like&lt;br /&gt;me, so I will answer anyway. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you lonely right now?&lt;br /&gt;in what sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have your baby. but no, i can't,&lt;br /&gt;sorry. blame 98.7fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Been on radio/TV?&lt;br /&gt;too fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ever liked someone who treated you&lt;br /&gt;like crap?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember getting flushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what color shirt are you wearing&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;no shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Name three things that you do every&lt;br /&gt;day?&lt;br /&gt;something, nothing or my thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How much cash do you have on you&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;im not a striptease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who got you to join Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;the cafe cartel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What web site do you visit the&lt;br /&gt;most?&lt;br /&gt;about:blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have plants in your room?&lt;br /&gt;no but there are leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;yes, the person who created this is&lt;br /&gt;stupid. or has a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-26 SECRETS-&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WHAT IS YOUR DISPLAY NAME ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;name and active status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHERE WAS YOUR DEFAULT PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;TAKEN?&lt;br /&gt;in an ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.WHAT'S YOUR CURRENT RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;STATUS?&lt;br /&gt;lovers with the sexy computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HONESTLY, IF SOMEONE WERE TO TELL&lt;br /&gt;YOU HOW THEY FELT, WOULD YOU LISTEN?&lt;br /&gt;if what they felt was male homosexuality&lt;br /&gt;then H3LL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHATS YOUR CURRENT MOOD?&lt;br /&gt;unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHATS YOUR MOST VALUED POSSESSION?&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HOW ARE THINGS IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;why are there things in my relationship&lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, AND&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE SOMETHING WOULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;closed timelike curvessss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. IF YOU MUST BE AN ANIMAL FOR ONE&lt;br /&gt;DAY- WHAT WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;i'm always an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. EVER HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;it's called sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. NAME SOMEONE WITH THE SAME B-DAY&lt;br /&gt;AS YOU?&lt;br /&gt;hello geraldine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. HAVE YOU EVER SANG IN FRONT OF A&lt;br /&gt;LARGE AUDIENCE?&lt;br /&gt;mary had a little lamb, little lamb,&lt;br /&gt;little lamb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX ?&lt;br /&gt;that it's not a he (i seriously hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY ORDER FROM&lt;br /&gt;STARBUCKS?&lt;br /&gt;this was created by starbucks personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DRUNKEN WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;wah i feel like eating beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. DO YOU STILL WATCH KIDDY MOVIES OR&lt;br /&gt;TV SHOWS?&lt;br /&gt;kids nowadays hum to the tune of 'smack&lt;br /&gt;that'..I don't even know what's kiddy&lt;br /&gt;any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. NAME SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;hah! that stupid fly! I got your wings!&lt;br /&gt;now you're a walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU SPEAK ANY OTHER LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;anbu kunthu payanigal kavanikavum.&lt;br /&gt;ungallin paathukapaimunithum, manjal&lt;br /&gt;kuduku penal niilungal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. IS THERE SOMEONE ON YOUR MIND NOW&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get that lord of the rings dvd&lt;br /&gt;away from my computer. gandalf is&lt;br /&gt;getting annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT HURTS YOU AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;why am I supposed to be hurting? wah,&lt;br /&gt;the person who made this is sado&lt;br /&gt;mascochistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im amused. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1590615371519882067?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1590615371519882067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1590615371519882067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1590615371519882067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1590615371519882067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-needed-entertainment-and-it-came-in.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-7252342928052607768</id><published>2007-06-12T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:41:38.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA (: SIGGY'S A VERY HAPPY GIRL TODAY !&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE 12TH JUNE (:&lt;br /&gt;CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was studying with leon and chloe and WE SAW CHAR AND TALKED TALKED ! then after sending chloe home i popped by to surprise TWIN DEAREST and then MY GORGEOUS GORGY ! (: (: (: i miss all my dear st nicks friends (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my baby now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-7252342928052607768?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7252342928052607768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=7252342928052607768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/7252342928052607768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/7252342928052607768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-siggys-very-happy-girl-today-its.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8547200264129576003</id><published>2007-06-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:11:57.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAGGOT.&lt;br /&gt;FAGGOT.&lt;br /&gt;FAGGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN LESS TO YOU THAN A DAMN FUCKIN TABLE DONT I.&lt;br /&gt;what an utter idiot. first you dont wanna send me to sch in the morning and i had to get up 1.5 hours earlier to get there on my own. in the fuckin morning. and its studying purposes. your dearest younger daughter goes out to a CONCERT and you could fetch her from AMK central when it only takes 10 min on 169. and its for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. what the fuck. and how did you explain that. SHES STILL YOUNG. YOU ARE PRE U ALREADY CANT YOU TRAVEL YOURSELF. oh fuck to you ive been GROWN UP AND BIG GIRL since KINDERGARTEN and shes been young FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YET NOW WHAT DO YOU TELL ME ! THAT IM SO IMMATURE AND CHILDISH AND THAT I HAVEN GROWN UP AFTERALL. YOU FAGGOT. AND WHAT ? I BARELY MADE UP WITH YOU FOR A WEEK AND YOU HAD TO SPOIL IT AGN. what happened ? ITS ALL OVER A FUCKING TABLE. A TABLE ! huh?!? so what if the dining table is this NEW NICE CORPORATE LIKE PIECE OF WOOD THATS ALL LACQUARED NICELY BY YOU 20 TIMES ? HUH ?!? HAVE YOU ANY FUCKING IDEA THAT THIS IS A DINING TABLE ?! SO IF YOU DONT WANT IT TO BE STAINED/DIRTIED/VANDALISED OR WHATSOEVER THAN DONT MAKE IT A DINING TABLE IDIOT. i rather the oldie one back. so what if i did my manicure there. i like to do whatever i want to do on a stupid DINING table. because of your STUPID EXTRA 20 TIMES LACQUARING EFFORTS we have to use mats and dunno what rubbish to not stain the table. I REPEAT ITS A DINING TABLE. and so what if a few damn drops of acetone dropped on the table and tarnished the varnishing huh?! you scold me for that ?! and then tell me im immature when i defend myself ?! HELLO AT LEAST IM PRACTICAL AND I THINK THATS AN ASPECT OF BEING MATURED RATHER THAN YOUR LACK OF SENSIBILITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT MEAN THAT MUCH TO YOU DO I.&lt;br /&gt;OTHER THAN A GOOD DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;AND WASHING UP TO ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF FAGGOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8547200264129576003?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8547200264129576003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=8547200264129576003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8547200264129576003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/8547200264129576003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/faggot.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-8824487998817745233</id><published>2007-05-28T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:42:00.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess its tiring. but really, theres no other way out. the only thing i really hope for now, is for you to see the importance and urgency of this big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more failures. there have been far too many for me this year. no more. these failures and their aftereffects will have to be crushed. no longer shall they triump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my CT my promos&lt;br /&gt;your prelim your Os&lt;br /&gt;our parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more failures with these.&lt;br /&gt;there is only success in me, in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when the candlelight burns low&lt;br /&gt;and the night is nearly over&lt;br /&gt;dawn shall break with glorious news&lt;br /&gt;of our rising success&lt;br /&gt;and blind the world's eyes&lt;br /&gt;with its gleaming pride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-8824487998817745233?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8824487998817745233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=8824487998817745233' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;in the dark it is easy to pretend&lt;br /&gt;that the truth is what it ought to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masquerade. paper faces on parade.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely pictures from my cyber shot coming up tmr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1006570661813417331?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1006570661813417331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1006570661813417331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1006570661813417331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1006570661813417331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/close-your-eyes-for-your-eyes-will-only.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-6807896184114342770</id><published>2007-04-28T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:33:27.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost a &lt;i&gt;confidante&lt;/i&gt; quite some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;the anger then helped block out the pain of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;when the anger subsided, i simply buried myself&lt;br /&gt;in the company of new friends, a new life and new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;forced myself not to think of you, to just move on.&lt;br /&gt;the hectic life of jc is amazingly consuming&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt have blocked us out after all.&lt;br /&gt;is 2 yrs of love we had worth so little&lt;br /&gt;definitely not. but there are things you wont understand.&lt;br /&gt;why i choose to let go instead.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless upon reflection i do regret somehow&lt;br /&gt;the way we let our &lt;i&gt;forever and ever and ever&lt;/i&gt; rot away&lt;br /&gt;you have always been my gorgeous roach,&lt;br /&gt;up to today i still havent changed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;someday, someday we'll figure a way out.&lt;br /&gt;till someday someday, take care my friend.&lt;br /&gt;final goodbyes may not last forever.&lt;br /&gt;with love; the elder sister you never had.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-6807896184114342770?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-4186772883022027239</id><published>2007-04-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:31:55.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can you just let me break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;can you just let me tell you that im so miserable now. can i just tell you that i dont know what i want. can i just tell you that i feel like dying. can i just tell you that everything just isn't right. can i just tell you how much i want somebody to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i asking for the impossible. why am i asking to reach the sky when the sky isnt even something tangible. why do i feel so empty when i have the things i worked for. why do i feel like there's still something more that i need to know and get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exactly do i want from myself right now. what do i do when i am confused. what can be done to stop myself from falling. what do i need to save my spirit from depression. what can i do to tell myself that everything's gonna be ok somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when am i going to find what im looking for. when will it be when my heart feels lifted. when will everything really be ok. when do the things im doing now start to seem meaningful. when will it be when i finally know myself. when will it be my time to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you lately that i feel so sad. have i told you that things haven't been turning out right. have i told you how my spirit doesn't feel like fighting. have i told you how i've been slowly dying and fading. have i told you how tiredness has became me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it seem like i'm getting out of control. does it seem like hope is non-existent. does it seem like i am another insane person. does it seem like i suffer ADD. does it seem like i'm still me. does it seem like you still know who this person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like this: dark. empty. cold. lost. outcast. aimless. drifting. senseless. coma. misery. helplessness. depression. frustration. apatheticness. redundance. broken. extinguished. reluctance. faded. dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-4186772883022027239?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4186772883022027239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=4186772883022027239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/4186772883022027239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/4186772883022027239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-just-let-me-break-down-and-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-5691975719907964004</id><published>2007-04-16T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:41:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired. extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;with so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where too start.&lt;br /&gt;drained my energy.&lt;br /&gt;many many tasks at hand.&lt;br /&gt;what am i up to.&lt;br /&gt;have i lost my flame.&lt;br /&gt;ignite my fire again.&lt;br /&gt;please i beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-5691975719907964004?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5691975719907964004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=5691975719907964004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/5691975719907964004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/5691975719907964004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-tired_16.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-4620253684679038912</id><published>2007-04-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:41:19.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired. extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;with so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where too start.&lt;br /&gt;drained my energy.&lt;br /&gt;many many tasks at hand.&lt;br /&gt;what am i up to.&lt;br /&gt;have i lost my flame.&lt;br /&gt;ignite my fire again.&lt;br /&gt;please i beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-4620253684679038912?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4620253684679038912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=4620253684679038912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/4620253684679038912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/4620253684679038912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-1138855134266702417</id><published>2007-04-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:11:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mutilated. distorted. by what you just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought that you really appreciate&lt;br /&gt;me being there to help you all the time&lt;br /&gt;despite my own commitments.&lt;br /&gt;why, dude why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-1138855134266702417?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1138855134266702417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=1138855134266702417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1138855134266702417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/1138855134266702417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/mutilated.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-4809281683885768172</id><published>2007-04-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:13:05.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;since i blogged. haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;im so over bloggin these days.&lt;br /&gt;but i just have to say it here.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i miss you,&lt;br /&gt;you make me so happy (:&lt;br /&gt;it isnt any wonder anymore&lt;br /&gt;on why youre my happypill&lt;br /&gt;noone delights me like you do&lt;br /&gt;youre everything i desire (:&lt;br /&gt;i know you sleeping right now baby&lt;br /&gt;i still keep thinking of you anyway&lt;br /&gt;haaaa. i love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-4809281683885768172?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4809281683885768172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=4809281683885768172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in the face of their children&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in their lovers eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;When you've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it sharing every morning&lt;br /&gt;Some in their solitary lives&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the words of others&lt;br /&gt;A simple line can make you laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it in the deepest friendship&lt;br /&gt;The kind you cherish all your life&lt;br /&gt;And when you know how much that means&lt;br /&gt;You've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, impossible as they may seem&lt;br /&gt;You've got to fight for every dream&lt;br /&gt;Cos who's to know which one you let go&lt;br /&gt;Would have made you complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, for me it's waking up beside you&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sun rise on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can say I love you&lt;br /&gt;at any given time or place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little things that only I know&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're my special thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You´re the place my life begins&lt;br /&gt;You'll be where it ends&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;And that's the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre my special wing. its a most wondrous feeling.&lt;br /&gt;you lift me up beyond my highest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-584671464360138309?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-5042000066617974315</id><published>2007-03-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:47:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;What have I got to do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when lightning strikes me&lt;br /&gt;And I wake to find that you're not there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i fully gain your trust,&lt;br /&gt;so that you will believe in everything i say,&lt;br /&gt;everything of me.&lt;br /&gt;it gets me so frustrated, so tired, so exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;when you doubt me, pressurize me,&lt;br /&gt;question me, interrogate me,&lt;br /&gt;force me, threaten me, intimidate me,&lt;br /&gt;when you just simply want your way,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be felt.&lt;br /&gt;i aint just an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;im a being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-5042000066617974315?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5042000066617974315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=5042000066617974315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/5042000066617974315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/5042000066617974315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-have-i-got-to-do-to-make-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-379592545061443725</id><published>2007-02-27T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:52:14.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate schooooool.&lt;br /&gt;so sad, so sad,&lt;br /&gt;its a sad sad situation,&lt;br /&gt;and its getting more and more absurd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-379592545061443725?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-9180247500236559998</id><published>2007-02-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:24:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im fresh back from china and still reekin of their mud.&lt;br /&gt;i hate tours and i hate china food.&lt;br /&gt;it was a fucking miserable five days.&lt;br /&gt;stinking things happened too.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being a singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear me open,&lt;br /&gt;cause i aint worth much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-9180247500236559998?l=mymistakenthoughts.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-38532793.post-117129823383582072</id><published>2007-02-13T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:37:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loveee sevennnn (:&lt;br /&gt;and i love chuaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre so irresistable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-117129823383582072?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117129823383582072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=117129823383582072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117129823383582072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117129823383582072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-loveee-sevennnn-and-i-love-chuaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-117069021234220277</id><published>2007-02-05T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:43:32.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cold, you know cold ?&lt;br /&gt;like FUCKIN FREEZING COLD.&lt;br /&gt;you said case close. you said its nt gonna happen agn.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAT NOW. me ? its me ?&lt;br /&gt;you know, i wanted to call.&lt;br /&gt;but i figured we would be all quiet and upset&lt;br /&gt;just the last times.&lt;br /&gt;so the email went to you.&lt;br /&gt;i did it. to tell you i didnt forget it, or you.&lt;br /&gt;but that reply, that fucking reply.&lt;br /&gt;gwad, ive been affected the whole time&lt;br /&gt;how much has it even been on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;youre breaking me down agn arent you.&lt;br /&gt;to eventually see me go your way.&lt;br /&gt;to pay a price for this disobedience.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-117069021234220277?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117069021234220277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=117069021234220277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117069021234220277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117069021234220277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold-you-know-cold-like-fuckin.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-117067978683143685</id><published>2007-02-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:49:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and it wasnt even a choice or an option.&lt;br /&gt;why did you even have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;you know, its sick to repeat this scenario all over agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-117067978683143685?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117067978683143685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=117067978683143685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117067978683143685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117067978683143685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-it-wasnt-even-choice-or-option.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-117051579540419449</id><published>2007-02-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:16:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, no one ever loved me this way.&lt;br /&gt;first i was afraid to love you.&lt;br /&gt;now that i loved you,&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your surprises (:&lt;br /&gt;youre sucha hun !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-117051579540419449?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117051579540419449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=117051579540419449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117051579540419449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117051579540419449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-no-one-ever-loved-me-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-117025115988163678</id><published>2007-01-31T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:46:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1&gt;you with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;dont be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;oh i realise&lt;br /&gt;its hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;you can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;and the darknes inside you&lt;br /&gt;can make you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i see your true colours&lt;br /&gt;shining through&lt;br /&gt;i see your true colours&lt;br /&gt;and thats why i love you&lt;br /&gt;so dont be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;true colours are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me a smile then&lt;br /&gt;dont be unhappy, cant remember&lt;br /&gt;when i last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;if this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;and youve taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;you call me up&lt;br /&gt;because you know i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your true colours, beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-117025115988163678?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117025115988163678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=117025115988163678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117025115988163678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117025115988163678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-with-sad-eyes-dont-be-discouraged.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-117008724740539482</id><published>2007-01-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:14:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i dont regret the rain&lt;br /&gt;or the nights i felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;or the tears i had to cry so much&lt;br /&gt;times along the way&lt;br /&gt;every road i had to take&lt;br /&gt;everytime my heart would break&lt;br /&gt;it was just something that i had to get through&lt;br /&gt;to get me to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-117008724740539482?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117008724740539482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=117008724740539482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117008724740539482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/117008724740539482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-i-dont-regret-rain-or-nights-i.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-116991270815508848</id><published>2007-01-27T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:45:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the reason is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt as though you were leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;as though i was unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;it felt as cold as the winds tonight.&lt;br /&gt;when you made me turn away.&lt;br /&gt;i crumbled.&lt;br /&gt;this thing called loneliness&lt;br /&gt;i fear; i dread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-116991270815508848?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116991270815508848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=116991270815508848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/116991270815508848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/116991270815508848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/reason-is-it-felt-as-though-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-116948146899814066</id><published>2007-01-22T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:57:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i tryin so hard.&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;is it appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;will it backfire.&lt;br /&gt;was this what i was prepared for ?&lt;br /&gt;i dont seem to know where to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;mama take this badge off me&lt;br /&gt;i cant use it anymore&lt;br /&gt;its gettin' dark, too dark for me to see&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-116948146899814066?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116948146899814066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=116948146899814066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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way. you just have to push, really push. now you see, i have a direction. a path i had forseen and paved. but you see, i still got lost and blinded along the way. i started off really clearheaded, but now its all foggy and dank. i dont know where to go from here. was it some unforseen mistake on my part ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i push you too far ? am i absorbing too much of you ? am i demandin too much in too short a time span ? do you need more space ? i know what i expect of you and i know that you can achieve it. the only thing is im afraid that id overload you when you dont say a thing at all. i tire you i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired too.&lt;br /&gt;and dont be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;im not disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;im just worried that im being too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-116896384355662473?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116896384355662473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=116896384355662473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/116896384355662473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38532793/posts/default/116896384355662473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-in-life-they-say-that-as-long.html' title=''/><author><name>s i g g y</name><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-38532793.post-116870369960202544</id><published>2007-01-13T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:54:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pick some fights</title><content type='html'>theres really nothing better than just being with you. and ya true, anything you do would make me happy anyway (: haha smart chloe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-116870369960202544?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116870369960202544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=116870369960202544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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BE IN EVERYWAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the feeling electrifies&lt;br /&gt;the world halts just for that moment&lt;br /&gt;just for you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/siggyy/DSC00791.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38532793-116861671326154243?l=mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymistakenthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116861671326154243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38532793&amp;postID=116861671326154243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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