<?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-20738026</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:29:19.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Me There's ONLY You..</title><subtitle type='html'>Days of our lifes.. Times of our lifes.. Ohh fark me.. haha..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-6324902060973144409</id><published>2008-03-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:35:48.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R9gGJGbk8rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tW-SYpj70vo/s1600-h/fgh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176894525077254834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R9gGJGbk8rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tW-SYpj70vo/s400/fgh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUHUA RUHUA RUHUA RUHUA RUHUA RUHUA RUHUA RUHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6324902060973144409?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6324902060973144409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6324902060973144409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6324902060973144409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6324902060973144409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-ruhua-ruhua-ruhua-ruhua-ruhua-ruhua.html' title=''/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R9gGJGbk8rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tW-SYpj70vo/s72-c/fgh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-8853002330412578133</id><published>2008-03-12T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:07:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leap yrs</title><content type='html'>Leap years was damn good..&lt;br /&gt;gotta thank ellice for askin us to watch hha&lt;br /&gt;OK THANK U!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE IT 5 OVER 5!! HHAH&lt;br /&gt;its good for a local movie.. im sorry but this is wat i feel&lt;br /&gt;this is by far the best local movie ive watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS CORRINNE MAY BOOST MY FEELINGS!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYONE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now that is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8853002330412578133?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8853002330412578133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8853002330412578133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8853002330412578133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;maybe i should change to be someone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought bein urself is the best thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;well now i dont even know how to be myself..&lt;br /&gt;cuz i dont even know me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3703529189135319633?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3703529189135319633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3703529189135319633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3703529189135319633'/><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-20738026.post-7609130367474532551</id><published>2008-03-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:45:05.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its too late..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and jus when i thought u were gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u showed up in my rear view mirror..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but its too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i will walk on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and u will catch me if i fall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i will get lost into ur eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess im the only one feeling this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 after 14 nvr did happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7609130367474532551?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7609130367474532551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=7609130367474532551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7609130367474532551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7609130367474532551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-too-late.html' title='its too late..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-7754030293339482901</id><published>2008-03-02T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:10:21.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jason wade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R8mNZaLoA-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Kcx_BkDvUKY/s1600-h/lifehouse-who_we_are-(2007)-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172821114676052962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R8mNZaLoA-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Kcx_BkDvUKY/s400/lifehouse-who_we_are-(2007)-front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh Looky, im Jason wade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give everything to be jus like him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7754030293339482901?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7754030293339482901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-6408291852094987387</id><published>2008-03-02T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:10:49.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so love this song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so wanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be to the words of this song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if i could jus see u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything would be alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6408291852094987387?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6408291852094987387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6408291852094987387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6408291852094987387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6408291852094987387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/storm.html' title='storm'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-722763358422127420</id><published>2008-02-28T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:34:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck the world for all i care..</title><content type='html'>life has been a real bitch to me recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thru these shitty times there were some good things im happy about..&lt;br /&gt;i got my hp back.. and it cost 70 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;and i passed all my modules..&lt;br /&gt;the motherfucker got kicked out of school so that means i dont need to suffer on my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said i was good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the world for all i care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-722763358422127420?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/722763358422127420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=722763358422127420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/722763358422127420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/722763358422127420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-world-for-all-i-care.html' title='fuck the world for all i care..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-7270584382662296842</id><published>2008-02-26T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:47:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt know u had a bf..</title><content type='html'>That day i dreamt of little laces and brandon?.. wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know u had a bf..&lt;br /&gt;this sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have guessed when u started to act weird..&lt;br /&gt;i could have....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7270584382662296842?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7270584382662296842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=7270584382662296842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7270584382662296842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7270584382662296842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-didnt-know-u-had-bf.html' title='i didnt know u had a bf..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-6473610097272421061</id><published>2008-02-26T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:48:13.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world super materialistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good, all i need now is to grow some muscles, start growing some longer bones and go get a plastic surgery.. then i'm in the game..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i haven come to the money part yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world is super materialistic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6473610097272421061?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6473610097272421061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6473610097272421061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6473610097272421061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6473610097272421061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/world-super-materialistic.html' title='world super materialistic'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4750322644629882477</id><published>2008-02-26T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:40:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ure blocking my view..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Petra..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever i see the beautiful skies, i see you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever i see the colourful rainbow, i see you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever i see the calming sunset, i see you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever i see the wonderful mountains, i see you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey bastard, You're blocking my view!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4750322644629882477?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4750322644629882477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=4750322644629882477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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brother met with an accident in front of me. We were on one side of the road supposed to cross to the other side. I asked him to be quick. He left without seeing both sides and suddenly out of nowhere a fast old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;honda&lt;/span&gt; sped and hit my brother. I was super shocked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it happened so fast. All i did was kneel down and cried. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devastated. The car pulled over to the shoulder, an indian family of 3 came out iof the car. They panicked. I suddenly went over to the driver who happens to be the dad and punched him. I beat his ass so bad that he was bleeding. I was damn angry that i didnt care wat the consiquences were. i mean come on.. he was my brother.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the indian driver who have been dead by the time im through withbeatin the shit out of him.. I went over to the gore of my brother and picked up every piece he had left. I remmbered seeing his left shoe, his limb and the rest were too gore.. I cried knowing the fact that ive lost my only brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i woke up and realised that i was realy crying.. then i heard his voice from the living room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;this is by far the most scariest nightmare ive gotten into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-763788309439769193?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/763788309439769193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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-20738026.post-7252936647078077794</id><published>2008-02-14T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:47:46.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R7Mc1s2fpXI/AAAAAAAAADw/0c1UpWHFNBs/s1600-h/100356580_6246e2e030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166504906422461810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R7Mc1s2fpXI/AAAAAAAAADw/0c1UpWHFNBs/s400/100356580_6246e2e030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would like to wish everyone a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all good occasions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one has one of the best things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHOCOLATES HAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry but thats all i can think of..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok maybe not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7252936647078077794?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7252936647078077794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=7252936647078077794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2916047164975699670</id><published>2008-02-11T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:23:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat about now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok fuck i love this song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has a really strong meanin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we should play this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2916047164975699670?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-8045353145748238721</id><published>2008-02-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:12:53.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITP TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling rather random this few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my first day of my attachment with the CPG's..&lt;br /&gt;hope everything will be fine and easy for me..&lt;br /&gt;most importantly fun for me..&lt;br /&gt;and also the people there must be nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;with smiles on their faces..&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i can listen to my ipod during work..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i'm askin for too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was at giant with my parents just now.&lt;br /&gt;and this point of time i was choosin my cereal..&lt;br /&gt;sure reminded me of this little witch with black ash hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT the boil on the nose..&lt;br /&gt;haha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8045353145748238721?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8045353145748238721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8045353145748238721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8045353145748238721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8045353145748238721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/itp-tomorrow.html' title='ITP TOMORROW!'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2328630585637327918</id><published>2008-02-07T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:32:08.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken mirror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the broken mirror,&lt;br /&gt;on that black broken wall,&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt a tear,&lt;br /&gt;only hopes and dreams that 'it' wont fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt; metal table legs......&lt;br /&gt;i'll cut u and make u into soup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little laces.. pure little laces,&lt;br /&gt;fun was all i had..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in hope for more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2328630585637327918?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2328630585637327918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2328630585637327918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2328630585637327918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2328630585637327918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/broken-mirror.html' title='broken mirror.'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-448518593661413647</id><published>2008-02-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:34:35.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R6iqk_ry2nI/AAAAAAAAADo/jiqNYbh5Qi0/s1600-h/Beachouting4012008050lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163564525327407730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R6iqk_ry2nI/AAAAAAAAADo/jiqNYbh5Qi0/s400/Beachouting4012008050lovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RADI = LOVE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-448518593661413647?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/448518593661413647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=448518593661413647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/448518593661413647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/448518593661413647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/gay-love.html' title='gay love'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R6iqk_ry2nI/AAAAAAAAADo/jiqNYbh5Qi0/s72-c/Beachouting4012008050lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4513933936921014596</id><published>2008-02-02T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:04:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute baby</title><content type='html'>watch this video.. its suuuuppppeeeerrrrr cute~~&lt;br /&gt;i think u guys will love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby tries to fall asleep while big brother is oblivious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkTlTM8AUJ0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkTlTM8AUJ0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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-20738026.post-8763645089549367290</id><published>2008-01-29T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:44:19.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white laces called my name..</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160611511973108290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R54s0_ry2kI/AAAAAAAAADU/O3o4Xd5HFI8/s400/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160614295111916130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R54vW_ry2mI/AAAAAAAAADg/8m2y62MWqoo/s400/ring+pop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when these white laces,&lt;br /&gt;was about to be blown away,&lt;br /&gt;it came back all so calm,&lt;br /&gt;smotherin me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangin by that moment,&lt;br /&gt;and not letting us sway,&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the wind,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't blow you away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 days after 14&lt;br /&gt;would mean i'll be walkin on water, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinkin, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she finally called me by my name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8763645089549367290?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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align="center"&gt;maybe its back to haunt me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe this is the cause of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but then again who am i to u??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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different..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2510100161547555306</id><published>2008-01-21T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:37:23.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday's performance was shitty to me.. i think i had a high expectation for the gig.. too high i guess? expectations that there will be alot of people as in really in alot.. and our playin would be great.. but my tuning went haywire.. my bro's too.. damn~ nvm like din always say its like a free jammin. but still im not satisfied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157629291977502706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R5OUg8d37_I/AAAAAAAAADM/nTNRY3N3Mpo/s400/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i specially like this pic taken by izzat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2510100161547555306?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2510100161547555306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2510100161547555306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>met with accident</title><content type='html'>today was a scary experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt something very weird today~ i dreamt that i was goin home from school but instead of riding my bike, i was on my skateboard skating all the way back using the PIE expressway.. then suddenly on this bend i lost my balance and suddenly fell.. my skateboard flew to the river that was beside the expressway. very weird i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i went to school to study for my papers with the classmates.. studied for a few hours.. not really hours la haha, u know me.. had to go back at 4 cuz i got band practice at 5.. i had to go home and fetch my brother. And so it was raining.. heavily. i had my raincoat on and all.. so i was headin home, singin to myself on the road.. i was singin secondhand serenade to myself. haha. i was on PIE expressway then.. then there was this bend near upper serangoon road's exit. so i was riding then, all of a sudden the car infront suddenly braked.. so i tried to stop, when i pulled my brake my bike suddenly went crazy then i lost balance and fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i did when i fell to the ground, i stand up and quickly ran to the side of the expressway. scared that the car behind me cannot stop in time. then everyone started to pull to a stop and came out of their car and asked if i need an ambulance. there was i think about 4 5 people. i was concentratin of divertin the pain on my both legs. but more on my right. i jus replied that im alright, only my hands and legs were very numb.. then i asked one of the guys, (the guy who was the driver of the car in front.) to help with lift up my bike and put to one side. so the guy asked me for my number and took down my plate number tellin me he scared that im gonna report to the police. i told him that it was not his fault anyway so dont worry. then the other lady, the driver of the car behind me was asked me "do u want to leave ur bike here and i send u home?" then my reply was "nvm nvm, i cant leave my bike here. then they said ok they go already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised i was all alone on an expressway, on the 1st lane on a rainy day. the 1st lane on the expressway is the one that doesnt have the road shoulder. so i was stuck there. i climbed the metal barrier and stayed in the middle of the carriageway, between the 2 metal barriers. i called khalid, mo, din and nan. asked them to help me cuz i was stucked there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khalid sounded like "ohh where are u? ok ok im comin now.."&lt;br /&gt;din sounded more like "ok ok where are u?"&lt;br /&gt;nan sounded more or alike as din. "&lt;br /&gt;mo sounded "huh? where u??? ok ok i comin i comin..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm actually all sounded the same except for their tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waitin for them, i stayed in the middle of the carriageway sittin down think wat could have happened if the car behind didnt stop.. i went to my bike, tried startin it.. but it couldnt start.. so i really had to wait for the guys. i was standin facin the road, my hands holdin the metal barrier, lookin out for them.. it was still rainin. then, a sudden loud bang.. i looked, and the first thing that i shouted was "hey are u ok?!" there was this adult male in his 40s fell off his bike on the same spot that i fell on.. he looked really scared.. when he fell he quickly ran to one side of the road too but he ran to the other side of the road.. someone came out of the car.. helped him carry his bike to MY side of the road.. so he couldnt go anywhere either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now stucked with 2 bikes. i asked him usin handsigns whether he's alright. he got a few scratches and his arm was a little bleedin. soon after, khalid reached.. then din, then mo and last was nan. this was very exciting, khalid managed to get to my side of the road by crossing the traffic on the expressway.. hahah.. i think the others was scared.. i mean if i were to do the same, i would be scared too.. so he tried startin my bike but it couldnt start. so khalid told mo nan and din on the phone asking them to stop the traffic so that i could cross and bring both bikes to the other side. mo pushed my bike and nan pushed the uncle's bike.. khalid and din holded the traffic.. hahaha. they holded all 4 lanes of the expressway.. very funny very excited MO SAID.. haahh i limped to the other side while the other 2 pushed the bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that the spoiler of my bike was broken and the alignment of my handlebar was alittle bended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think now, everyone's gonna be scared of goin to pillion me already haah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it wasnt my fault i mean, the old man said that maybe, there's oil there thats y 2 of us fell on the same spot. so ITS NOT MY FAULT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i gotta thank khalid mo din and nan really alot.. if it wasnt for them, i would be stucked there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;really really thank u..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2729083847572078939?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2729083847572078939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2729083847572078939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2729083847572078939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2729083847572078939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/met-with-accident.html' title='met with accident'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-1046631286787825388</id><published>2008-01-12T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:52:11.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow, i feel so down when i woke up today..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know y..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-1046631286787825388?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1046631286787825388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=1046631286787825388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1046631286787825388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1046631286787825388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/somehow-i-feel-so-down-when-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-586840103109964365</id><published>2008-01-08T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:09:17.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure white laces..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152805910560108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R4JxrMd37-I/AAAAAAAAADE/qZHR6R8X9Ng/s400/1422459791_a7964d60ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The view of the little mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the smell of the green green grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the sound of guitar being strummed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;under the big rain tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The pure white laces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;being carried by the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;slowly falls to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as the sun goes down to the horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not knowin how precious it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the time spent under the starless night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;passes by quickly, not noticing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The moonlight shining down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shines and breaks their silhouette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;glows the smiles in their faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feels like heaven on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These pure white laces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grape flavoured ring candy for u mam?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-586840103109964365?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/586840103109964365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=586840103109964365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/586840103109964365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/586840103109964365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/pure-white-laces.html' title='Pure white laces..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/R4JxrMd37-I/AAAAAAAAADE/qZHR6R8X9Ng/s72-c/1422459791_a7964d60ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2031590079736553477</id><published>2008-01-08T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:15:33.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tons and tons of assignments.</title><content type='html'>i have tons and tons of assignment that ive yet to finish..&lt;br /&gt;still im here all relaxed, bloggin..&lt;br /&gt;not showin a single damn expression of worried..&lt;br /&gt;i do feel a little worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly a little..&lt;br /&gt;a little more than jus a little..&lt;br /&gt;got my itp post..&lt;br /&gt;i got this lab company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether its easy or hard..&lt;br /&gt;lets jus pray its not hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;strong&gt;useless&lt;/strong&gt; when i talk like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well~&lt;br /&gt;who said life was easy.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2031590079736553477?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2031590079736553477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2031590079736553477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2031590079736553477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2031590079736553477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/tons-and-tons-of-assignments.html' title='tons and tons of assignments.'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4962858297635503381</id><published>2008-01-04T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:43:54.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>My christmas blog song is gettin old..&lt;br /&gt;i should be changin the song.. later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE.!&lt;br /&gt;this year's new year celebration was abit diff..&lt;br /&gt;spent the day with syu and adele workin..&lt;br /&gt;ok i wouldnt say workin i seriously didnt feel like i was workin..&lt;br /&gt;got 50bucks.. thank god now im not broke anymore..&lt;br /&gt;went back at 3.40 after talkin cock with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i keep thinkin about school's exam and stuff.. guess i'll be repeatin some modules.. fuck im so old already i still need to retain.. im runnin out of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im half excited and half fucked for our 18th Jan gig cuz of fuckin school..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw this is to SOME PEOPLE..&lt;br /&gt;ITE IS NOT A DUMB DECISION OK?&lt;br /&gt;thanks to motherfuckin mats and minahs&lt;br /&gt;now everyone thinks ite's a dumb place.. &lt;br /&gt;for dumb people like me..&lt;br /&gt;unlike u.. ure so clever wat.? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i have nothing against u actually.. i jus think its funny..&lt;br /&gt;nvm thats another topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway fatin told me u read my post about the fuckin blowjob..&lt;br /&gt;haha i think thats funny too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw this is the time of last year we've been smsin and chattin online regularly..&lt;br /&gt;damn~ time flies.. its one year already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4962858297635503381?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4962858297635503381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=4962858297635503381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENk2dpmL8Po&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENk2dpmL8Po&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;HOUSEKEEPIN~&lt;br /&gt;HOUSEKEEPIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family guy nvr lets me down &lt;br /&gt;giggity giggity ouh yea~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5440309447350889417?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5440309447350889417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>korean dramas</title><content type='html'>im so fuckin stucked to this particular korean love drama full house..&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my mum..&lt;br /&gt;she literally forced me to watch it with her..&lt;br /&gt;and now even my bro is stucked to it too..&lt;br /&gt;the korean love drama is called full house, i guess most of u heard of it before..&lt;br /&gt;watched the whole series in like 4 days only..&lt;br /&gt;and now that its over i got nothing to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my mum is yellin from her room askin me to watch another korean drama called winter sonata with her.. damn~ nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a wussy i dont care i still like it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5cG9mTTpag&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5cG9mTTpag&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this amusing hha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6944256266749334032?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6944256266749334032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6944256266749334032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6944256266749334032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6944256266749334032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/korean-dramas.html' title='korean dramas'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-7089596385451956040</id><published>2007-12-18T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T02:54:39.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIKEEEEE!!</title><content type='html'>today i went to do full service to my bike.. &lt;br /&gt;and i swear.. it is even better like this.. &lt;br /&gt;the fuckin pickup power.. ok shut up.. &lt;br /&gt;i dont know wat to blog today.. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7089596385451956040?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7089596385451956040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=7089596385451956040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7089596385451956040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7089596385451956040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-bikeeeee.html' title='MY BIKEEEEE!!'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-396063965882522198</id><published>2007-12-13T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T02:46:07.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>MCR was great.. FUCKIN FRANK WAS THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some videos for u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKqYlQrfAac&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yKqYlQrfAac&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SONG WAS FUCKIN GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYXYK1IlbmM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYXYK1IlbmM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened so fast on that day.. after my last class which is computer prog, i was supposed to go for my Structural Mechanics retest.. but i didnt.. i was too scared that i was gonna be late for the gig.. for that day.. i only brought a notepad a4 size, and a pen.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to my bike after class fuckinly excited, i called syu.. forced her to take cab as she and her friend was still at their place. khalid told me he was goin to reach already.. so i rushed to expo happily.. parked my bike.. put my things : my notepad, pen, HP, ipod headphones.. i was basicly not carryin anything except for my wallet in any case they need to check my id.. dont ask me y hahaha.. oh ya.. my helmet i locked it like how din showed me the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met syu and her friend adele. reached about 4.40? yea.. there was already a fuckin queue.. fuckin kiasu.. ok me too haha.. talked to them while waitin.. there was alot of mats and minahs and fuckin chinese homos.. i mean guys.. i mean chinese ahbengs.. i hate them all.. expecially mats who act as if they emo or hardcore or watever they think they ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like..&lt;br /&gt;hey yo im emo.. i listen to emo songs i emo.. i cry myself to sleep everynight..&lt;br /&gt;i comb my hair like an emokid cuz im emo and i listen to hawthorne heights one song only though.. i like emo cuz its the trend now..&lt;br /&gt;fuckin man-whore&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;fuck this im hardcore i listen to heavy music.. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;im a chinese boy i wear glasses i cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wait.. thats me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story..&lt;br /&gt;waited for the thing to start almost gave me a fuckin heartattack.. hha.. soon it was night.. and alot of people was already there.. to get in to the hall was hell as usual cuz everyone cannot wait.. haha.. like me.. anyway.. waitin for the thing to start when in the hall was hell too haha.. there's this fucker blew up condoms then play with them.. throwin them ard.. everyone was amused i dont know y.. ha.. there's this fuckin mat who was yellin WESTLIFE~ BACKSTREETBOYS~ SPICEGIRLS~ i was like.. if i were u i'd shut the fuck up cuz its irritating the shit out of everyone.. they there's this one time the the back people pushed everyone to the front then the front pushed back they everyone fell backwards.. most of the people in the centre. we were affected too.. everyone fell on top of each other.. below my left leg was this one guy. then on top of the same leg there was another guy..both my hands was holdin someone.. so my hands were free.. (i think) i tried to pull both syu and adele up.. everyone was fuckin panickin.. i thought at the point of time everyone was thinkin they were goin to die at a concert hall.. me on the other hand, was too happily enjoyin myself lookin at how syu's expression HAHA sorry but its jus funny haha.. adele was like under somewhere.. i managed to get up first.. so i pulled them both up.. luckily none of us were trampled to death or watever u people wished it was gonna happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was no openin band they suddenly started i was shocked ahaha cuz i was expecting summer's over to open.. i mean i love them haha.. so they played a number of songs.. i was hopin they play old songs like cemetery drive and thank u for the venom and they did.. they even played DESERT SONG!! i wwas like FUCK YEA!! not many people knew that song.. i was like .. HA-HA FUCKIN LOSERS hahaha.. FUCKIN MAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also played:&lt;br /&gt;this is how i disappear,&lt;br /&gt;helena,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not okay,&lt;br /&gt;give em hell kid,&lt;br /&gt;desert song!,&lt;br /&gt;cemetery drive!,&lt;br /&gt;mama,&lt;br /&gt;teenagers,&lt;br /&gt;i dont love you,&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the black parade,&lt;br /&gt;cancer,&lt;br /&gt;famous last words,&lt;br /&gt;the sharpest lives!,&lt;br /&gt;house of wolves,&lt;br /&gt;you know what they did to guys like us in prison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pushed our way to the front but was only 3metres or so from the stage.. one time, i felt like i couldnt breathe. my stamina now is like a fuckin dick after bein masturbated.. i was leanin my head on some stranger's shoulders and restin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to fuckin bodysurfed again.. yea relievin the fuckin hisham in me..&lt;br /&gt;gerrard was the closest to me.. was like.. 1 2 metres from me..&lt;br /&gt;they pushed me to the front then the body guard caught me and bring me out of the crowd.. i was so sad.. i felt like a criminal.. i was sent to one side of the hall.. i went to sit on the floor, thought that i could not enter back but then i realised that that side of the hall was for injuried people cuz i saw this girl was lyin down and she had this oxygen breathin helpin thingy i dont know.. i wasnt born to be a doc... so i went back to the centre crossed the barrier then joined the crowd.. i squeezed my way thru everyone and was shoutin my ass off sayin " MY FRIEND ALL IN FRONT!! IM FINIDIN THEM" everyone had similar faces.. the face expression that showed 'watever' pasted on the fuckin forehead.. i would paste an extra L on it too if i had the time for everyone.. so yea i joined them, syu and adele back and everything went on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the gig ended. we was hopin to see MCR go off.. so we waited at the back of expo.. met with MCR fans and they told us they gotta shake franks' hand and got his fuckin pick.. i was literally jealous.. we didnt get to see MCR went out.. we asked the other FANS if they were to go back to find them at their hotel.. they said yea they are.. so we followed them.. on the way to toilet, this one mat i know (my primary schoolmate) he was like askin me to introduce them to adele.. i knew this was comin hha so i said hmm u wanna know her.. ask her urself ok.. :) and as expected BY MATS they dont have the fuckin balls to even come near..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to their hotel a little late.. so yea we didnt get to see them. so we went to get supper.. i didnt have enough money so i didnt buy anything to eat.. i jus drink.. so after that we went back separate ways.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was a blast.. i swear every single fuckin fuck fuck cent was worth it..&lt;br /&gt;screw those who hate mcr.. I KNOW WHO!!! SARA hates mcr.. &lt;strong&gt;fuckin blowjob..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! I LOVE FRANK, GERRARD, MIKEY, BOB and GAY, i mean RAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still hope Fallout Boy will come back!! PLSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;FOB was even better ahah.. &lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITT! IM NOT DONE! i FORGOT TO TELL U MCR COVERED MOTLEY CRUE's HOME SWEET HOME&lt;br /&gt;WAS BLOODY AWESOME I SWEAR.. I DONT KNOW IF THOSE PEOPLE KNOW NOT hhhahaha&lt;br /&gt; sorry if i abit action on this post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-396063965882522198?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/396063965882522198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=396063965882522198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/396063965882522198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/396063965882522198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/mcr.html' title='MCR!!!!!!'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-442809283388678960</id><published>2007-12-11T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:06:59.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRAANNKK!!</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR MCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN LIKE 5 more fuckin hours!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANKKK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-442809283388678960?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/442809283388678960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=442809283388678960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/442809283388678960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/442809283388678960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/fraannkk.html' title='FRAANNKK!!'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-9009839031240048082</id><published>2007-12-07T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:21:23.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopin performance goes smoothly</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's performance was normal.. We Played Guardian Angel, True, Boston and She's.. i dont know, to me there's something really missin in the band.. Sometimes im feeling it but sometimes its jus not there.. i dont know wats wrong.. i jus think something is missin in the band.. anyway im in the school library now bloggin waitin for kent.. Fuck im all alone cuz mo had to meet nadia.. aahha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's performance i hope everything goes smoothly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh fuck i jus remmber i got to hand in my project by tomorrow and i haven even start.. shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-9009839031240048082?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9009839031240048082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=9009839031240048082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/9009839031240048082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/9009839031240048082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/hopin-performance-goes-smoothly.html' title='hopin performance goes smoothly'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-287644528492707502</id><published>2007-12-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:34:15.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>performances</title><content type='html'>The performance for the Ngee Ann Poly Alumni was ok i guess.. not that great i have to say..&lt;br /&gt;not that we cocked up on the set. but the people we performed all like very mature.. i'd say too mature.. like not so interested in music.. wth.. hah but some were nice.. ha... Hmm anyway, there will be another 2 performance this week.. in Singapore poly.. Thursday is for Singapore poly's alumni and on friday is for Singapore poly's guitar club. yea so friends do come down ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-287644528492707502?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/287644528492707502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=287644528492707502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/287644528492707502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/287644528492707502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/performance-for-ngee-ann-poly-alumni.html' title='performances'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-5581218691372267037</id><published>2007-12-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:11:27.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shepherd's food poisonin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shepherd's down with food poisonin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who the hell is gonna feed me now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope ure alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPE U GET WELL SOON!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw everytime i listen to Lene marlin's heaven is a place nearby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it always makes me relax and all mushy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5581218691372267037?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5581218691372267037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=5581218691372267037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5581218691372267037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5581218691372267037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/shepherds-food-poisonin.html' title='shepherd&apos;s food poisonin'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-1246361277877848992</id><published>2007-12-01T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T03:01:40.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motherfuckin lyra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;life it pretty hard when u have a friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who likes to change the motherfuckin story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now ur bf is talkin to me on how fucked u are.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arent u honoured? hhah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK U :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-1246361277877848992?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1246361277877848992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=1246361277877848992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1246361277877848992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1246361277877848992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/motherfuckin-lyra.html' title='motherfuckin lyra'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-676153102310974018</id><published>2007-11-21T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T03:10:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothin great</title><content type='html'>here i am singin 'without you' from mariah carey.. thinkin wat i've done in the past 20 years of my life.. thats right... NOTHING.. NOTHING GREAT.. and i kept thinkin wat good does my life make to mankind.. ok mankind is too big.. lets jus say to our country? ok still too big.. hmm, my friends and family? ok thats better.. yea so wat good does it make? and i figured its as good as not havin me around.. the only good i do is to waste ur rice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats y i need to buck up.. so much damage ive done in my life.. so many regrets..&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wish i could take back.. which is obviously impossible.. theres only one thing left for me to do now.. and that is to start doin the changes.. good changes and stop bein a wussy..&lt;br /&gt;ive done bein that for the past 20 yrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mo asked me y am i so nice to him about *stuff*.. i said im not bein nice to u alone.. and im not bein nice.. this is me deep down.. if u didnt know that, then u dont know me.. u've got me confused with someone else.. im jus doin wat i think is right.. and honestly, indirectly i think in this case, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has the right.. (this is a diff topic for another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like wat had happened between the 2 adilahs.. there was a huge quarrell between 2 very big countries.. malaysia and china (speakin in a very chinese way).. i only did that not because i like u not because of i dont like steven.. its because i think thats the right thing to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is about me, so back to me..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt be so angry about things and how it works out for me.. and i shouldnt question why it has to be this way and not wat i want them to be.. if u know wat i mean.. nvm u'll get the point.. i jus wanna be a better son, a better friend a better student, a better everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'd pray for a better me..&lt;br /&gt;and try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this song is for the broken....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-676153102310974018?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/676153102310974018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=676153102310974018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/676153102310974018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/676153102310974018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-i-am-singin-without-you-from.html' title='nothin great'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-3297633795404949403</id><published>2007-11-17T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:00:24.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft.com Violinist needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted on Soft.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Violinist needed!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there dude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a newly formed 2 piece acoustic band, lookin for a 3rd and last member who knows how to play violin. We think, to complete this band, we need to get a violin player so that the music we play will be more complete.. And also to add that special touch. Should be flexible with anything.. Hmm more importantly someone that truly has the passion for an acoustic music and of course music itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've played in a couple of talentimes, for the passion itself. Our objective is to connect the audience with our music.. And we plan to play in alot more events in the near future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play genre that varies from pop/pop rock/alternatives&lt;br /&gt;songs such as:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse - You and me, Blind, Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Cabrera - True&lt;br /&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face down, Your guardian Angel&lt;br /&gt;B4-4 - Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Augustana - Boston&lt;br /&gt;Chris Daughtry - Crashed, Home, Its not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more but i cant think of it now, i forgot haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any enquires pls contact us thru these..&lt;br /&gt;Hisham (91174051)&lt;br /&gt;Mo (93874574)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can PM me here too if u guys want.&lt;br /&gt;We havent got a myspace YET.. but we'll be workin on that soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to hear from u guys soon! Till then, &lt;strong&gt;stay gay&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3297633795404949403?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3297633795404949403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3297633795404949403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3297633795404949403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3297633795404949403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/softcom-violinist-needed.html' title='Soft.com Violinist needed'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4871143959252919379</id><published>2007-11-17T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:02:04.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft.com Lead guitarist needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted on Soft.com..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead guitarist needed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, we are Shattered Skies&lt;br /&gt;Our band is lookin for a lead guitarist.. preferred to be stayin in the east..We play punk rock/emo/alternative and stuffs that varies my chemical romance, fall out boy, head automatica, silverstein.. On top of that we do create our own originals.. and we mainly wanna concentrate on that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that we are open to any kind of other genres too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any enquiries pls contact either one of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannan (91715905)&lt;br /&gt;Din (96191067)&lt;br /&gt;Hisham (91174051)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Myspace is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shatteredskies06" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/shatteredskies06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u.. HOPE TO HEAR FROM U GUYS SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLS SPREAD THE WORD.. thanz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4871143959252919379?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4871143959252919379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=4871143959252919379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4871143959252919379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4871143959252919379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/softcom-lead-guitarist-needed.html' title='Soft.com Lead guitarist needed'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-988763750049180564</id><published>2007-11-15T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:57:04.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more freakin days</title><content type='html'>Im not gonna be a teenage anymore in like 3 freakin more days.. kinda sad.. cuz im gonna leave it and nvr turn back and gonna become a workin adult soon HAH.. well i'll still act the same dont u people worry.. the same old me wouldnt go away forever hahaah.. yea the same angry person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think im gonna stay home on my birthday hahah.. jus like my other birthdays.. if im not out with my family celebrating, i'll be at home doin my own stuff like any other days.. sad huh? yea i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow another jammin day.. DAMN I CANT WAIT aahhha.. i dont know man.. i jus need to relieve myself from all the school shit. i think i really need help in doin my school work.. i seriously cant cope with maths and concrete design.. but expecially maths.. so if there's any kind souls out there willingly to teach me or better yet do my exam papers for me BE MY GUESS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND I GOT A GOOD NEWS HAHA.. ok nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's still as fucked as ever.. where's shepherd when i need her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-988763750049180564?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/988763750049180564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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-20738026.post-7873693287992932782</id><published>2007-11-13T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:57:04.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god damn no..</title><content type='html'>i dreamt about sara 2 days ago.. i dont know y.. dont ask me y..&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i dont care about her and i dont give a fuck..&lt;br /&gt;but y did i had this dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that she came back.. she said something about she missing me.. and she came back and will nvr go away again.. wtF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this mean that i still think of her?&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think i am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7873693287992932782?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-8319052346767695324</id><published>2007-11-09T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:24:33.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;help? anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;need help asap&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8319052346767695324?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8319052346767695324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8319052346767695324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8319052346767695324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8319052346767695324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/help.html' title='help?'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-8194990340653130136</id><published>2007-11-06T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:59:52.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkFRmrXXAp0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkFRmrXXAp0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How cute is this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watch then comment.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of my most fav songs from yellowcard..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8194990340653130136?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8194990340653130136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8194990340653130136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8194990340653130136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8194990340653130136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-cute-is-this-watch-then-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-6634758344515658590</id><published>2007-10-28T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:20:20.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People say..</title><content type='html'>People think they know me..&lt;br /&gt;People say they understand me..&lt;br /&gt;People say they know how i feel..&lt;br /&gt;People say this..&lt;br /&gt;People say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think People know anything about me..&lt;br /&gt;cuz all i hear from people is bull crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People pushed me..&lt;br /&gt;People shoved me..&lt;br /&gt;People think its funny..&lt;br /&gt;People say hisham do this..&lt;br /&gt;People say hisham do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont feel its right to do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6634758344515658590?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6634758344515658590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6634758344515658590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6634758344515658590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6634758344515658590'/><link 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align="center"&gt;that you mean the world to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're all that i see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow when i gaze into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was something i realized-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amanda's the person you chose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's the one whom you wanna spend your life with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only the sea that keeps us apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i tell you, you're the only one in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if we dont stay together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are the only one who'll be in my heart forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont care what anyone says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always have my heart no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the times we shared were special, i had no regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear to you those memories, i'll never forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may not be my Mr right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to give you up without a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can do this if i try No more will i have to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know someday we'll be together as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although NOW i'll never have the satisfaction that i've won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one i love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people can push and shove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ill never go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill always have something to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill always come back to see you someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont worry im not gay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didnt wrote this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone very special to me gave this to me a yr ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know ure readin this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5187511231387754131?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5187511231387754131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=5187511231387754131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5187511231387754131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5187511231387754131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/10/jess.html' title='JESS..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-3768633792062639039</id><published>2007-10-24T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T01:33:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>met jess</title><content type='html'>i feel like this blog is gettin old.. dying soon..&lt;br /&gt;i jus didnt have the mood to update my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat we've missed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mo and me got the prize money we won in that talentime. and we dont know wat to buy with it..&lt;br /&gt;and we auditioned for this band edge thingy.. was the first band to try out.. we playedboson for the auditions cuz we know that we're very familiar with that song.. and on the day itself they told us that we got in.. i seriously want this acoustic band to rise.. anyway, yesterday was the actual performance day.. i think it went well. we played boston, take me away, face down, true by ryan cabrera, and crashed by chris daughtry.. crashed and true was kinda last min.. learnt true the day before and crashed on the day itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ya before that.. Jess came back for like 6 days.. spent 2 whole days with her.. not exactly 2 days but 1 and half days.. went to have dinner with her cousin her sister, jon, rach and of course her.. met up with escape people.. only know like wat? 8 9 of them.. wah i think that sucks.. haha.. so yea.. miss her loads.. its been like wat? 1 yr ago since we last saw each other.. the next day we went to escape theme park she treated me.. greatly appreciated.. when will i see u again? will i see u again? damn its like a song already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about problems is.. my probs are my probs.. other people's probs are my probs too..&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand to look at people when they're havin probs.. u know like wat shepherd told me before.. sometimes one can see it better than the one havin probs.. err something like that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3768633792062639039?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3768633792062639039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3768633792062639039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3768633792062639039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3768633792062639039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/10/met-jess.html' title='met jess'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-768867554578026768</id><published>2007-10-10T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:23:13.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so afraid..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so afraid to lose a good friend like him..&lt;br /&gt;someone who thinks alike..&lt;br /&gt;someone who i can laugh with or at..&lt;br /&gt;someone who's always there to lend a helping hand whenever i needed them..&lt;br /&gt;someone who i'd nvr betray..&lt;br /&gt;someone who i always crap with like there's no fuckin tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;or no lecturer teachin in front of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lately me and him hadnt talk as much like we used to..&lt;br /&gt;laughed like we used to.. laughed at like we used to..&lt;br /&gt;due to some circumstances..&lt;br /&gt;and im afraid that something as bad&lt;br /&gt;as the term 'no longer close friends' be used one day..&lt;br /&gt;too scared that i try my best to let go any anger that i had in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know sometimes i may act as though as im..&lt;br /&gt;the 'big fuck' and act like a dick or a fuckin ego..&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter and im sorry i really didnt mean it..&lt;br /&gt;and i god damn know that its hard to find another friend like u..&lt;br /&gt;pardon me if i sound as gay as can be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately this someone has been gettin on my nerves..&lt;br /&gt;im sure u know who the person it..&lt;br /&gt;its not jus because of wat had happened recently..&lt;br /&gt;ive felt this way back when everything was fine..&lt;br /&gt;i may sound like a big jerk but fuck it..&lt;br /&gt;u fuckin cheapo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fuck this i didnt update my blog to talk about some cheapo..&lt;br /&gt;i came to my blog to talk things to myself..&lt;br /&gt;i wont be thinkin whether u'll rad this or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz i know u nvr come here anyways aha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so afraid of losin a good friend like u radi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-768867554578026768?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/768867554578026768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=768867554578026768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wanna work but when im not workin, i wanna work.. and now i miss johnlittle and all the staffs.. but today i gotta go down anyways.. to give my punch card, badge and the jlcard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ya btw.. i would like to say thanz to those who came down to singapore poly to support me, radi, mo and nadia for the talentime.. i really appreciate it alot.. afi, adilah, syu and amin.. thank u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mo won 3rd.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-992841171674228309?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/992841171674228309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=992841171674228309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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/&gt;and Im not saying that it should be&lt;br /&gt;so knowing that you are what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;and Im not comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;but dont expect me to be happy for you&lt;br /&gt;and dont smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too&lt;br /&gt;I dont want your pity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate your pity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-368196693611645852?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/368196693611645852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=368196693611645852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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tomorrow is the finals for BE talentime.. so peeps do come down.. to Vanda room.. at 7.45? i will be playin at 8.04 tomorrow... come down ok? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this threat to me tomorrow.. this 2 guys are damn good.. and they will be playin acoustic too.. damn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3099483909485843879?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3099483909485843879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3099483909485843879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3099483909485843879'/><link rel='self' 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saw something before my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it was a dream..&lt;br /&gt;but watever it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw them holdin hands laughin like mad..&lt;br /&gt;havin each other as best friends..&lt;br /&gt;talkin about how dumb they were back then..&lt;br /&gt;hating each other just because of one sour moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one sour moment could turn everything bad..&lt;br /&gt;jus like that guy whom i think is the root to all that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the name who i shall not say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tryin twice as hard now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hopin it will happen one day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sure of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that both will be friends again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for now i will keep tryin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;adilah power of 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8149290824638537319?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8149290824638537319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8149290824638537319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8149290824638537319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8149290824638537319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-u-ever.html' title='have u ever?'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-8490361304912829574</id><published>2007-09-17T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:26:01.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catchin up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since expo.. alexis and i have been catchin up with lots of things.. ALOT of things.. we talked about friends, music, the everyday crap.. jus like last time.. its been like 6 months we didnt talk much.. and for that 6 damn long months im the one to be blamed.. its a damn long story and i feel shitty when i talk about it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i left knowin that it hurts me much..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it feels diff now.. maybe i think too much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its diff now.. no longer like the good old times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel sad and very bad thinkin about wat i did.. maybe im paranoid but watever it is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope everything i do is for the best..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is for the ones who have lost it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when all thats left is to gain.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8490361304912829574?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8490361304912829574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8490361304912829574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8490361304912829574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8490361304912829574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/catchin-up.html' title='catchin up..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-3903784248170348255</id><published>2007-09-16T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:47:29.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ass nicer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So today is the 3th day of the fasting month.. 3th day of work.. 3th day of hopin to see sara and her bf.. HHAA MY ASS.. note to self.. my asshole even nicer sia.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND NOOOO!! i dont fuckin care.. SO damn long since.. i mean i jus wanna see them and LAUGH MY ASS OFF.. if u think im still jealous.. HAH! ure totally wrong.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok anyway.. i did not blog today to talk about how my ass looks better than that hillbilly guy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna upload the video of me playin take me away with mo singin but this blogger video shit is not workin ar.. aiya sian.. ok another day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodnight motherfuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3903784248170348255?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3903784248170348255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3903784248170348255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3903784248170348255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3903784248170348255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-ass-nicer.html' title='my ass nicer'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2498945214990120626</id><published>2007-09-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:06:53.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spicy conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 more mins to the 12am.. that means i got 12 more mins to say watever vulgar that comes to my mind NOW WOOHOO~ gotta make use of that 12 mins wisely.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here i go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB&lt;br /&gt;CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB CB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN KNN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCKING CUNT FUCKING CUNT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCKING CUNT FUCKING CUNT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCKING CUNT FUCKING CUNT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel much better now thank u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM READY! IM READY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRING ME THE LONGEST FASTING MONTH EVERR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109347571180203170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RugMi6YzbKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Uqf4l-qdJwU/s400/953083940l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my tongue is tingling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from this spicy conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2498945214990120626?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2498945214990120626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2498945214990120626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2498945214990120626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2498945214990120626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/12-more-mins-to-12am.html' title='spicy conversation'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RugMi6YzbKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Uqf4l-qdJwU/s72-c/953083940l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2536365859173795576</id><published>2007-09-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:03:57.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love this song</title><content type='html'>im in love with my blog song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo and me got into the finals.. well its not actually the finals la.. i dont know y they call it finals.. remember i said that me and mo are partners and we joined this Singapore poly school of design student talentime.. yea.. nadia and radi was there.. radi didnt get thru but me, mo and nadia got.. so yea this wed will be the rehearsal for the finals at the vanda room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this song sounds familiar dont u think so? so familiar to 2 things.. i shall not say them..&lt;br /&gt;but fuck it.. i simply love the lyrics and guitar.. the meanin is so straight.. fuckin accurate.. ok stop.. watever  it is.. I LOVE THIS SONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2536365859173795576?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2536365859173795576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2536365859173795576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2536365859173795576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2536365859173795576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-this-song.html' title='love this song'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-3695364346511651710</id><published>2007-09-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:39:13.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man and their ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today marks the last day of The John Little Expo Sales.. Also marks the worst workin day at expo.. Its the last day and i made alot of mistake.. wat the hell? overcharged 2 customers today.. called the next customer by waving the sign when i haven even finish the customer i was serving.. That means i forgot to ask for money after scannin all the items she/he had bought.. i jus called for the next person.. wat the fuck is wrong with me today.. woke up on the wrong side of bed?? i think not.. and it happened twice too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway 3 day more to fasting month and 1st day of Marina Square red hot Sales at johnlittle. that means work again.. FUCK.. but nvm i need the money anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH!.. people and their fuckin ego.. i hate it so much.. yea i know everyone got ego.. you, me, he, she, they, we.. but PEOPLE gotta learn how to control it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I GOTTA LEARN TO CONTROL IT TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAN AND THEIR EGO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can no longer take..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3695364346511651710?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3695364346511651710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3695364346511651710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3695364346511651710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3695364346511651710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-day-of-work.html' title='last day of work'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-436640675720527379</id><published>2007-09-03T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:34:56.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away to nadia?</title><content type='html'>So today was my first day at work once again.. the same old shit.. but the only difference is that i took AM shift.. starts at 8.30 every mornin till 4.. yup the best part is that we can go off early haah.. normally i always take the pm shift which starts at 1 till 11..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway first day as expected early mornin kanchiong singaporean were ready.. by 12 the whole god damn hall was filled with fuckin singaporean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw Mohaymin and i.. we went to the auditions for the Singapore Poly School of Design's talentime.. Radi and Nadia was there too but this time Radi had brought along his new band i dont know which but nvm.. Nadia with her All-girls band.. Mo was with me.. I had paired up with mo a few weeks back.. Nadia was supposed to join us too but i guess she got alot of commitments then decided not to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radi and his band performed Pieces cover of Sum 41.. Was great but the vocalist forgotten the lyrics for the first verse.. Nadia and her band performed Zombie by The Cranberries.. really great i like it.. We performed Take me away from Lifehouse.. And Mo specially dedicated the song to Nadia.. i think it went well.. i saw her teared.. See Mo, wat did i tell u? Take me away is a really powerful song hahahaha.. i should have recorded man.. then i could have posted it on utube.. Man, I hope we get in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well gotta go to bed now.. fuck when theres no work, i wanna work but when there is.. i fuckin hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh ya almost forgot.. here for u Bobhead Shepherd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENJOY~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105657408008152978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RtrwXJUq55I/AAAAAAAAAC0/huPnGfl34dI/s400/1_232046945l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-436640675720527379?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/436640675720527379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=436640675720527379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/436640675720527379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/436640675720527379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-me-away-to-nadia.html' title='Take me away to nadia?'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RtrwXJUq55I/AAAAAAAAAC0/huPnGfl34dI/s72-c/1_232046945l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-7161362159583226844</id><published>2007-08-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:46:43.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>Today i went to marina south on my own.. jus to clear my mind.. i went to the pier.. then to the place where people always fly kites.. but now they're renovation that place.. so there's not much space to fly kites anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Will Smith's movie The Pursuit Of Happiness.. fuckin sad i have to say.. u guys gotta catch it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7161362159583226844?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7161362159583226844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=7161362159583226844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7161362159583226844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7161362159583226844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2720059686373047694</id><published>2007-08-28T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:42:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE STINKS YEA YEA~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she loves this guy right here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he somebody else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just can't win..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so it goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the day you die..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This thing they call love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's gonna make you cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had the blues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reds and the pinks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing for sure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE STINKS YEA YEA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE STINKS YEA YEA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE STINKS YEA YEA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE STINKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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YEA~~~'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2097284109296815486</id><published>2007-08-25T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:10:30.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh y must i always feel like shit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im paranoid and i hate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant help myself from thinkin negative.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been tryin really hard to stop it all my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2097284109296815486?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2097284109296815486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2097284109296815486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2097284109296815486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2097284109296815486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh-i-must-i-always-feel-like-shit.html' title='hate it'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-1085219091447916453</id><published>2007-08-24T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:54:45.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>total goofball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At some points i really felt like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Total Goofball..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;from just screaming at the top of my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with shepherd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;while ridin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;singin, this old man, he played one, he played nic nac on my spine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talking to strangers when the lights were red..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disturbing bangladesh was fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'd like to do that sometime again soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if u want to, that is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-1085219091447916453?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1085219091447916453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=1085219091447916453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1085219091447916453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1085219091447916453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-some-parts-i-really-felt-like-total.html' title='total goofball'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-293685151950444786</id><published>2007-08-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T03:06:11.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shepherd sheep's day out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;shepherd sheep's day out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an extraordinary day for me i guess.. went out with shepherd. or should i say poop poop.. hha.. indeed a long day.. very long day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was awoken by shepherds msg.. i called her talked for awhile after that.. i called the bikebulance to ask them to tow my bike.. got probs again fuck.. then after awhile i got dressed took the taxi to the workshop.. asked for my bike but then they said need to do further stuff to repair.. and they loan me that same red vespa i rode last time.. haha.. they said they'll have it ready by tomorrow morning they hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to queensway.. i got to queeensway mrt station but i thought it was commonwealth so i stop and asked for direction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : uncle ar.. one question how do i get to queensway mrt station..&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE : he pointed to that side of the road..&lt;br /&gt;ME: thanz ar.. ok thanz bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on to the road.. i reached the next mrt station quickly parked my bike.. then walked to the station.. called her twice but she didnt pick up.. she called me mins after that.. i asked hey where u? she said she she reached already then when i reached the station i realised that its not queensway mrt station but it was red hill.. that means that previous station was the correct one.. wtf.. i told her to wait.. i'll be there in a jiffy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once reached i called her.. once she went down the stairs i was like wtf.. she's so fuckin tall. she taller than me like a alot of cm.. hha.. i felt like a small boy.. hah.. ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didnt choked or feel awkward.. i felt shy at first but when we got to my bike i felt smooth i think.. then we rode off to little guilin.. on the way. she was like very funny.. ok i will cut that.. but i think its very cute haha. we went to to get something to eat.. then we bought tid bits to bring to the place.. i was really excited i swear ahah.. ok then we reached.. we talked crapped, played guitar.. for i think 4 to 5 hrs.. till i got sunburn.. hha.. i swear the place really has a breathtaking view.. we watched uncles fish there.. i love nature.. it makes me feel like jump into the water eventhough its filty.. or jus climb that cliff.. hha.. we played songs like kiss me.. blind.. and the most was take me away... hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. at about 7? i think we went off.. i at ridin at night.. feels like flyin haah.. cuz of the cold wind.. haha.. yea.. so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i really had alot of fun i swear.. its a very tiring but fun filled day.. i dont know about u shepherd but i really had alot of fun hha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-293685151950444786?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/293685151950444786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=293685151950444786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/293685151950444786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/293685151950444786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/shepherd-sheeps-day-out.html' title='shepherd sheep&apos;s day out..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-6653890235693067985</id><published>2007-08-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:48:21.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from the 4th performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnEJpUq52I/AAAAAAAAACc/X7Ah2rL0ndA/s1600-h/STP61565.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna blog but i jus dont know wat to blog man.. y is it so hard to blog nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll jus post the pics Nadia took at the Singapore Poly Built Enviroment performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100818573298427634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/Rsm_d5Uq5vI/AAAAAAAAABk/OKC2GnIxxZ4/s400/STP61570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nan playin his bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100818989910255362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/Rsm_2JUq5wI/AAAAAAAAABs/pg-SzCq36hw/s400/STP61569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din screamin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100819578320774930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnAYZUq5xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IlfgtZoGyow/s400/STP61567.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh handsome sia this guy.. he looks awfully familiar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100824530418067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnE4pUq54I/AAAAAAAAACs/l5LlG6Jgdm0/s400/STP61573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no comment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100821489581221698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnCHpUq50I/AAAAAAAAACM/LFbB-e0zyGc/s400/STP61579.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100824027906893682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnEbZUq53I/AAAAAAAAACk/6e21dKshQa8/s400/STP61565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brother from another mother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100821824588670802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnCbJUq51I/AAAAAAAAACU/ViB-7oqaoxs/s400/STP61589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay love where's mannan and izzat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100820149551425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnA5pUq5yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T9MqfVWwq8c/s400/STP61583.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gang's dark oath? NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100820450199136050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RsnBLJUq5zI/AAAAAAAAACE/EqUa3iQJQ6U/s400/STP61578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from nan.. ouhh me so horny me love u loonngg timee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ps.. the lead guitarist Izzat was on here on that day due to school stuff..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6653890235693067985?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6653890235693067985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6653890235693067985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6653890235693067985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6653890235693067985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-blog-but-i-jus-dont-know-wat-to.html' title='pics from the 4th performance'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/Rsm_d5Uq5vI/AAAAAAAAABk/OKC2GnIxxZ4/s72-c/STP61570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2256322079765125017</id><published>2007-08-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:33:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aizat aizat..</title><content type='html'>alot has happened since last post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my baby.. my wife.. my love.. my bike.. :) finally its back..&lt;br /&gt;the workshop called me that day.. asked me to come over and see wats the fault in my bike.. i came over after school and found out that my bike's piston was badly scratched.. both the piston and the piston block.. so the only thing to get my bike back is  to pay 290 for a new piston and a piston block.. and the mechanic was kind enough to give me 230 bucks.. then the mechanic asked me to go back and think.. so yea i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later, they called again.. they asked me to come back.. said that my bike is ready.. i mean ready? i haven even got the money yet.. then when i reached they said dont need pay cuz when they tried to open up the insides deeper.. they found something burned.. they said most prob the engine oil didnt get thru the engine sometimes.. so that explains y then piston is damage.. so i gave back the vespa.. and yea got on my precious little bike then rode off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the same day.. met aizat under my block to go to bike shop jus to see.. he asked me to follow him to send his sister to work.. so we rode off.. like normal.. at the chinese temple near my place.. it happened so damn fast..  i saw this van was gettin away from a taxi.. and aizat wanted to get move away.. he was too late.. he hit the back left side of the van.. BOOM... and i was jus right bhind him.. i was shocked.. i stop my bike.. tried to help them.. everyone was like helpin.. then the ambulance came took them away.. the traffic poilce came asked me questions.. and he told me that i cant be aizat's witness cuz im a friend of his.. so yea.. his sister  had a deep cut on the lips, bruises and scratches on thehand.. torned shirt.. badly swollen right leg.. she was badly shaken.. Aizat had alot of scratches on both his arms.. a cut on his chin.. the best part: his pants was torn right at the groin part.. and Bestest part: his boxers was torn too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats the story.. finish.. im tired typin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ive deleted all the fuckin msges that she sent me.. all 500plus of them.. i used to keep almost a 1000 of them but i deleted it bit by bit.. and now that ive deleted all of it.. i asked myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i gotten over her.?&lt;br /&gt;have i moved on?&lt;br /&gt;has she moved to the back of my fuckin mind and nvr come back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2256322079765125017?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2256322079765125017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2256322079765125017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2256322079765125017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2256322079765125017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/aizat-aizat.html' title='aizat aizat..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-5673121861920001591</id><published>2007-08-12T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:44:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usual days</title><content type='html'>had a long day today.. woken up at 12.45 by izzat's call.. i was like blur.. went jammin with the band at 2.. had fun as usual.. then at 4 me din and qader went to my place.. i put my guitar then went out again.. we went to arts house.. there's a gig there.. but i didnt go in.. neither did they.. we jus went there.. meet up with the others.. mannan, mannan's friend and naim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and din when to east coast park to celebrate syu's birthday.. meet up with nadia, radi and his 2 siblings.. and the bday girl syu.. ate played game.. talked crapped.. then went to my house void deck and talked me and din.. then meet fitri.. then went back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im front of the com so fuckin bored.. dont know wat to do... i need someone to entertain me QUICk or i'll die of boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw my fuckin friend brian gave me brand new gloves for bike.. maybe he's not an ass after all.. well i still hate him haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still fuck u brian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh YA! BTW! i got a 5 DAYS VESPA)%)@%)@(($)_!@%&lt;br /&gt;here's the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ridin my bike like usual on expressway to my uncle's house.. he asked me to help him do something.. so i went la.. like normal. then suddenly at punggol my bike was riding smooth when all of a sudden my bike slowed down to a stop i try acceleratin it but it wont move faster.. then eventually i stopped my bike at the shoulder of the road.. i was like wat the fuck.. wat if i cant start my bike then i'll have to push all the way..? then i tried startin it. the sound of my engine was like super diff.. sounds like as if its gonna die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fortunately the engine started but there was a funny sound.. and yesterday i went to workshop to as for help.. waited for fuckin 1 hr for the mechanic to come back from lunch.. when he came.. he asked about my bike.. then he asked me to wait another fuckin hr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok for those who dont know me.. im a very impatient guy.. and im super aware of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i waited again till i almost died i think.. finally he came in the waitin area..he told me he said it cant be fixed by today.. he said he's gonna open the engine and see wats inside and the faults.. he said he'll need 1 or 2 days to get it done.. and with my incrediblely super clever large brain i think it'll take at least 4 5 days including weekends..&lt;br /&gt;and he said that he'll lend me the workshop stand by bike to me.. so i said wee.. ahaha.. at least i dont need to take public.. and he showed me the bike.. its was a super bright red vespa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall call its my 5 days vespa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if my english like shit.. cuz im sleepy.. ok ok i ego.. ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5673121861920001591?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5673121861920001591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=5673121861920001591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5673121861920001591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5673121861920001591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/usual-days.html' title='usual days'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4595363320270986387</id><published>2007-08-10T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:47:26.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today's post will be fuckin short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a fuckin friend whose name is brian.. and i swear to god i hate him... i swear.. dont ask me y.. but he's like a bad influence.. so pls ohh pls.. get him off my back for once.. pls i had enough and now RIGHT NOW he's hittin on me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck u brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4595363320270986387?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4549460313845232628</id><published>2007-08-08T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:40:29.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>michelle branch!</title><content type='html'>MY LOVE FOR MICHELLE BRANCH NEVER DIES! WOO HOO!! ahhahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok o ko kok ok im high.. sorry.. BYe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xUEotaEzbE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xUEotaEzbE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4549460313845232628?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4549460313845232628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=4549460313845232628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4549460313845232628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4549460313845232628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/michelle-branch.html' title='michelle branch!'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4010946311183886748</id><published>2007-08-01T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:31:49.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant believe i still keep all ur msges ur pictures..&lt;br /&gt;All of it are still in my hp..&lt;br /&gt;I think twice thrice 4 5 times before deletin it.. and i still haven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and i fuckin found out that u got a new fuckin bf..&lt;br /&gt;ohh how delightful.. i will be waitin till the day u guys break up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would like to see that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to see u suffer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll kill that guy for all i care.. he's in ns.. was a friend.. Fuck u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aww got ur leg broken? i'll break the other one for u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better yet.. i'll break ur face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that would be better right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my own skateboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nvm, u said u love him to bits.? well lets see how long that will last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember that picture.. that place.. ARR *()*@%*@$&amp;(*@()@*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fuck, Hisham ure goin crazy again &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;relax.. it'll soon be over..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;very soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=19161082"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=19161082&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4010946311183886748?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4010946311183886748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=4010946311183886748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4010946311183886748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4010946311183886748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/kill-him.html' title='kill him'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-5968285549726919097</id><published>2007-07-31T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:46:48.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P0660121</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thiscrush.com/tag.php?id=p0660121" title="p0660121's CrushTag"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thiscrush.com/tags/p0660121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thiscrush.com/tag.php?id=p0660121" title="p0660121's CrushTag"&gt;Crush this person!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thiscrush.com" title="ThisCrush CrushTag"&gt;Get your own ThisCrush.com CrushTag!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry P0660121 is my Singapore poly student number haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5968285549726919097?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5968285549726919097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=5968285549726919097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5968285549726919097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/5968285549726919097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/crush-this-person-get-your-own.html' title='P0660121'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2127683737018814175</id><published>2007-07-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:38:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>my blog is gettin old man.. hmm wat should i blog about today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_GnAtwUA99w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_GnAtwUA99w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will do for today haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2127683737018814175?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2127683737018814175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=2127683737018814175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2127683737018814175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/2127683737018814175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-8964223657184071168</id><published>2007-07-20T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:50:10.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RqDo6hhdRXI/AAAAAAAAABU/M79pFmuqZHo/s1600-h/fglf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089323671057417586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RqDo6hhdRXI/AAAAAAAAABU/M79pFmuqZHo/s400/fglf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;auditions time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RqDn8RhdRWI/AAAAAAAAABM/eHoRHaBzn44/s1600-h/STP61547v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322601610560866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RqDn8RhdRWI/AAAAAAAAABM/eHoRHaBzn44/s400/STP61547v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089352327079216514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RqEC-hhdRYI/AAAAAAAAABc/GKu578Y4iNM/s400/edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spongebobians outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cnachinese.com/stories/singapore/view/51835/1/gb/.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://cnachinese.com/stories/singapore/view/51835/1/gb/.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click on the link and then click on the orange film icon thingy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8964223657184071168?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8964223657184071168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8964223657184071168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8964223657184071168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8964223657184071168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-tv.html' title='on TV'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RqDo6hhdRXI/AAAAAAAAABU/M79pFmuqZHo/s72-c/fglf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4722601268245970644</id><published>2007-07-19T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:30:39.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goofballs</title><content type='html'>can i not post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. lifes been quite the same since the last post.. nothing has changed much.. yesterday was the BE carnival.. went well.. but some probs though.. appeared on Channel U's new yesterday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know at first.. but yesterday night i got a testi from a friend sayin that she saw me on tv playin guitar.. i was like WTF? i thought its a mistake or something but then when i came to school my friend said she saw me on the news.. even my lecturer said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so anyway today i watched transformers.. fuckin great i have to say.. hahaahha~ watched with shoe and radi.. we're like 3 goofballs sia.. i swear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4722601268245970644?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-3353265256038595768</id><published>2007-07-16T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:38:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;vivid life like terrifying dreams&lt;br /&gt;and commonly the dreamer is attacked&lt;br /&gt;Chased for the light by the unknown&lt;br /&gt;during which the pulse increases,&lt;br /&gt;Blood pumps, temperature rises&lt;br /&gt;The episode is common with adults and children alike.&lt;br /&gt;Following traumatic events such as death or demise.&lt;br /&gt;Terror cases require treatment&lt;br /&gt;and some go through a fear of all dreams&lt;br /&gt;A subconscious mind, in a dark room,&lt;br /&gt;in which images are developed&lt;br /&gt;caused by death in real life.&lt;br /&gt;The conscious mind reviews it&lt;br /&gt;the subconscious mind can usually&lt;br /&gt;event it before it takes place,&lt;br /&gt;reflectively, without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anger, lust, jealousy, hatred, even desire to hurt others&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions storm to sudden impressions&lt;br /&gt;giving birth to tendencies,&lt;br /&gt;to turning character, posing a threat.&lt;br /&gt;For deranged individuals,&lt;br /&gt;every violent crimehas lurked in us since the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As we look to meet the light of a new day,&lt;br /&gt;like in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3353265256038595768?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-719019767061038613</id><published>2007-07-16T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:15:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit feeling</title><content type='html'>i read the messages u sent me.. i wanted to delete it.. but there's something inside me that says no.. i felt like i'd ask a girl's say.. 2 friends of mine said give a try so i did.. msged her but she didnt reply.. y do i care i ask myself.. and now i feel fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things ive learnt in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvr make someone ur everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvr trust anyone.. not even ur friends sometime..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-719019767061038613?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-6857126681104448443</id><published>2007-07-05T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:47:03.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW U HUANG ROSE</title><content type='html'>News flash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was hell fun.. SP jammerz gig.. its also an audition.. selected 2 bands will be playin for BE carnival that will be held on the 18th of this month.. which is in the next 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands are Shattered Skies, Serotine and Marstar.&lt;br /&gt;The first band to perform was Serotine followed by Shattered Skies and finally Marstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i woke up late.. didnt attend for my first class.. ha.. and best part is.. i didnt ride to school.. hha.. when i reached school, i didnt attend for my Structural Mechanics class.. screw u HUANG ROSE!! ahah.. instead i, radi and su went to eat at FC 3.. haha.. after that i went to my GEMS class.. ta ta ta ta didnt really wanna go cuz i hate my GEMS so fuckin hard.. DONT TAKE GENES AND YOU.. FUCKIN HARD.. unless ure stupid u go take that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after done with my class i waited for radi and my band.. was with Su.. ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta then i went to fetch Izzat, Din and Qader.. then soon Mannan and Naim came by cab cuz they were late.. then when we reached the place the first band was already doin their sound checkin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after all of us performed already.. Serotine went off already.. then left Shattered Skies, Marstar and the rest of the organizers.. we crapped as usual and some of us told ghost stories.. then we went to bugis then went back.. hell of a day we had.. hah. oh ya.. when goin to Dover train station one of the organizers called me.. They said im sorry to say but u guys have to come back on the 18th.. hah.. that means we selected.. and then went we reached the the station someone called radi.. Marstar was selected too.. :) yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i dreamt of this friend, radi and nadia ahah.&lt;br /&gt;wat i dreamt i cant really remember..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6857126681104448443?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6857126681104448443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6857126681104448443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6857126681104448443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/6857126681104448443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/screw-u-huang-rose.html' title='SCREW U HUANG ROSE'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-1906712415650512659</id><published>2007-07-02T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:28:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>texas chainsaw</title><content type='html'>weird weird dreams again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i dreamt of The texas chainsaw guy.. but this was my version.. the killer was a lady.. she was tryin to kill my friends, family and of course me.. funny right? it felt so real ahaha *&amp;*(@)&amp;amp;(_%^@^*!*(#^.. anyway, i remembered we hid in this abandoned house.. i was hidin in the shadows.. when my sister was about to open this door, the killer made her way thru from the opposite side usin her chainsaw.. she tripped while gettin in.. hha~ then then i was like runnin to her chainsaw, picked it up then slicing one of her arms.. blood was like shootin all over, she was screamin.. and i was like YES YES and i gave her a good handsign.. WTF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was not over yet.. she still chased us with her chainsaw usin her other hand to carry it.. she was chasin me.. then i asked her while runnin.. "why are u killing people?" she said ---------- i cant seem to remember. but the reason she gave was bloody stupid.. ok ok i cut to the chase.. hmm then i cut her other arm so she couldnt kill anymore.. but then she died of too much lost blood.. then i returned home.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . and then got this sound of a handphone ringin. so noisy.. the next thing i knew.. i was awoken by a phonecall from Qader.. after i put down the phone.. i was like SHIT.. i wanna continue the story.. hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-1906712415650512659?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1906712415650512659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=1906712415650512659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1906712415650512659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1906712415650512659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/chainsaw.html' title='texas chainsaw'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-5961311950745445109</id><published>2007-06-30T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:51:44.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dreams</title><content type='html'>i've been havin weird dreams lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i dreamt something about this prom queen.. weird but i guess we laughed too much the other night.. so when i was sleeping, i still wanna laugh my worries away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this mornin i dreamt that on this comin wednesday, Shattered Skies's next performance..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm weird but my sister will be singin for us.. HAHA.. of all people my sister? i mean she doesnt even care if we make it big hha.. so y her? ha.. hmm and then when i reached at the venue, all the song that ive learnt for the performance.. suddenly all gone.. and i was panicing.. shit.. i guess thats the worst that could happen.. shit.. hope it wont turn out that way for this wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man.. i really wanna play this song... to someone? i dont know.. im feelin happier.. but still im feeling lonely..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5961311950745445109?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5961311950745445109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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-20738026.post-3414883581955081133</id><published>2007-06-28T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:25:30.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This song is about love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this song is for u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My feelings will all be lost in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u are so my yesterday's feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more shall i cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a beautiful last goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I can't care to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm feeling so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breaking apart all this love in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3414883581955081133?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3414883581955081133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3414883581955081133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3414883581955081133'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo ma ti hai zhi mei yo mao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ni de mama mei yo mao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ni de mama mei yo mao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-824112956942359369?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/824112956942359369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=824112956942359369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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this a long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my all time fav song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck u, fuck him and fuck this..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4927917057408431171?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4927917057408431171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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-20738026.post-6157692493230111668</id><published>2007-06-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:45:58.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun? yea.. we did..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had great fun yesterday.. went to Din's family chalet.. joked laughed with mannan, izzat, din, qader and sufian.. everything.. for once it left my mind.. probs.. we played games and stuff like that.. and a suprise thing was that me, mannan and din had to perform in front of Din's family members.. ok not jus family members but all his relatives.. hha. ok it was embarassin i swear.. i keep lookin down while playin the guitar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was about 1 plus am we went to the playground at pasir ris park.. we played this spin thingy.. was so fun i almost threw up cuz it was hell dizzy.. then we played the spider web thingy.. once again felt like i was a kid again.. wait, i always feel like a childish kid anyways.. ok nvm that.. i was hopin we could see stuff.. hmm u know stuff at night hha.. would have been excitin if we had seen one.. i guess i could pee in my pants..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, when we were goin back to the chalet we walked pass this big tree with the vines dangling from it.. everything came back to me.. everything.. those times we had fun.. those times we played on the swing.. the 'tail', the pathway we used to walk.. and the first time i held ur hands.. and u asked me whether if i was shy holdin ur hand.. the things we used to disturb each other with.. words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i got to snap out of all this shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot of people have been sayin it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even the great counsellor, janelle helped me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thank all of u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-6157692493230111668?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6157692493230111668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=6157692493230111668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I search your words,&lt;br /&gt;Fish for breaks in every line.&lt;br /&gt;You say you'll paint a picture in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm paying attention to details,&lt;br /&gt;And searching for any misleading ideas&lt;br /&gt;You tell a tale.&lt;br /&gt;One grand enough to carry me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know where you've been,&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you've done with him.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's worth what we lost.&lt;br /&gt;Take your time with your goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;'cause this will be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I stand by with eyes closed tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to know,&lt;br /&gt;If I had caught this months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I could have faced myself,&lt;br /&gt;Saved myself from this disease.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me faster,&lt;br /&gt;With every single second you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;You needed an answer but when I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yes"I meant "forevermore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see that your colors changing&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could change with you&lt;br /&gt;and when you said forever&lt;br /&gt;did you mean it to be true?&lt;br /&gt;or was it another tale from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3771298955965134504?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3771298955965134504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3771298955965134504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have u ever feel like u hate everything and everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and all u think about is killin someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i wasnt so emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i wasnt so sensitive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i wasnt so fucked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i wasnt so ego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i wasnt so stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i wasnt so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i was special&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8773343441312794496?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8773343441312794496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8773343441312794496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok fuck u.. i love this song and no one's gonna stop me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-3544697919612313858?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3544697919612313858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=3544697919612313858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3544697919612313858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/3544697919612313858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-fuck-i-love-this-song.html' title='ok fuck i love this song..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-5381241631768261122</id><published>2007-06-18T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:25:45.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we sucked totally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;APEK!! APEK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;thanz to the apek taxi driver that we met the other day, we're all sound like horny bastards haah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so we performed at liat towers.. the buskin thingy.. the best part is we played one song and people already asked to take pictures with the band hHAHA.. i guess they haven heard how bad we sound YET haha.. so we played 4 covers and all our originals.. total was 12 songs altogether with the acoustic set that we played. and good part.. we got FREE CAKE FOR 2 DAYS HAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;right after the buskin we went straight to assplanet.. the whole lot of us sat at the steps we used to sit after i went out with 'her' to radi's gig that we didnt make it cuz we were lost thanz to me.. ok back to the story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;was feelin down AGAIN cuz that place reminds me of the times.. and thanz to them we joked and laughed like nobodies business.. till we died out of tiredness.. even matin, his best friend the sound engineer and his fiance was there.. ok so we played this game usin acoustic.. we were to sit in a circle and continue the song by singin and and thinkin on the spot.. and those who's time run out will have to forfit.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my forfit was to roll down the steps lying down.. izzat's forfit was so fuckin funny that im laughin while typin now haha.. his forfit was to find trouble with a tree. ok that doesnt sound funny at all but i swear if u saw that u'd laugh and pee in ur pants.. he was like a mad guy talkin to the tree hha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ok now im home feeling sad.. i guess im lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5381241631768261122?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-1092929145098198862</id><published>2007-06-16T04:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:11:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered skies again~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hello everyone, my band will be performin at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;liat towers (near wheellock) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today and on sunday at 3 to 5.. yea whole 2 hrs of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;buskin Shattered Skies.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope u dont get sick ha. ok ok jokin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its free so do come down and support.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;btw its for charity.. thanks.. any questions jus call me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.. tata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-1092929145098198862?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1092929145098198862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-1178566393805719114</id><published>2007-06-15T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T03:31:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back for action..</title><content type='html'>i guess everyone noticed that im back from bangcock..&lt;br /&gt;hmm hell hot down there.. but over all was ok i guess cuz i need that vacation anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i was at airport.. i felt a relieve.. a sudden feel of happiness.. feels like the weight on my shoulders suddenly gone.. but when im back again.. it feels heavy again.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was great la.. haha.. had fun.. ok its fuckin hot there i swear.. yea.. that there's so many people.. they look like ants when ure at ur hotel room HHAHA.. ok ok.. but there's nothing actually there.. sad to say.. but im glad we had that family trip.. it brings us closer get wat i mean.. family trips i like~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the photos will be up another time.. soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and btw.. on this saturday Shattered Skies will be perfoming at ngee ann city.. and Sunday is at liat towers.. NOT LIANG COURT.. HAHA.. its free so do come down.. we need support anyway so yea.. im not sure wat time we will be plAyin but if u need details jus sms me haha.. ok call me if u want to.. but only girls allowed AHAH. ok ok jokin.. no i mean it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok watever it is.. i still love this song to death.. this is the live version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and still i miss her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sad to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but dont worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;her careless will make me forget her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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action..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-5476448302743875167</id><published>2007-06-12T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:43:07.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sara broke my heart so i broke his jaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**** broke my heart so i broke his jaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take apart every piece of this machine&lt;br /&gt;Leave my broken body in the street&lt;br /&gt;I'll stammer drunk and hallow to your doorstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll say&lt;br /&gt;Don't even breathe his name&lt;br /&gt;You'll say&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot is all that I would need&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll have you on your knees&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll have you begging for his life tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot is all I'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll have you on your knees&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Just how desperate that we both can be&lt;br /&gt;And now you'll see&lt;br /&gt;That you could never live&lt;br /&gt;Live without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot is all I that I would need&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll have you on your knees&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll have you begging for his life tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot is all I that I would need&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll have you on your knees&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll make you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so feel just like this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll break his jaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that z** trip was mend to be our trip..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-5476448302743875167?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-4635542539435062187</id><published>2007-06-11T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:17:27.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a look at yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tell me what do you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd take a bullet for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'd put a bullet through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as I lay on the floor with this hole in my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you walk from the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all that blood on your dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause everything that you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is everything that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have gave it to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you'd have take it from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and every word that you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it brought me closer to sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I close my eyes and pretend its all fading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u killed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4635542539435062187?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-7973138062311837648</id><published>2007-06-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T03:33:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma where are u when i need u..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok so many things to blog about but im not sure if i have the time to blog everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many things have happened since.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok that day, ive been tricked by someone.. whose name is MANNAN.. he asked me out.. so i thought ohh wat the heck.. i need to go get myself that 'the used' cd anyway.. so yea we went to Penin walked ard with no intentions and no destinations watsoever.. walked from guitar stores to guitar stores.. then we went to get my cd at city hall.. then finally we went to starbucks clark quey.. waited for "mannan's friend" whom happened to be Zie.. u idiot mannan haha.. i didnt know.. i was havin migrains.. then i was in no mood cuz i.. i jus have no mood.. then when i look up i saw lyra and zie smilin.. so im was blur one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she baked me home made cookies. and made me a heart shape card.. ohh my.. no one and i repeat no one in the world has ever done that to me.. ive heard that she cut herself when she was doin that heart shape card. and burnt her hands when she was bakin the cookies.. the cookies was in this jar.. and this jar was in this nicely ribboned box.. i mean omg.. do i even deserve this? im such an ass.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thank u so so much for all this.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to sara: if ure readin this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok i know u wont visit here anyways so.. ohh wat the heck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps: love wasnt there for u cuz u pushed love away.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pls ohh pls karma where are u when u are needed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok tell me im bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i found out that taufiq was my old friend who i think he've forgotten.. the one who i think partly cuz of him things changed.. so they're goin out and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we used to skate together remmeber? remember? with ur cousin Raihan.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im leavin at 3 plus.. have to reach the airport by 4 plus i cant rmemeber hha.. ok nvm.. i so cant wait to leave.. i need hols to clear my fuckin mind.. fuckin fucked up mind.. i so cant wait.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so "bangcock" here i come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073401165367743106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RmhXetjMEoI/AAAAAAAAABE/4V9zGSD_dqY/s400/i+see+345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE SPONGEBOOB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok i love this song haha.. the meanin is so meaninful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll be back to kepp haunting u bastards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok fuck u love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-7973138062311837648?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7973138062311837648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=7973138062311837648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7973138062311837648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/7973138062311837648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/karma-where-are-u-when-i-need-u.html' title='karma where are u when i need u..'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/RmhXetjMEoI/AAAAAAAAABE/4V9zGSD_dqY/s72-c/i+see+345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-2178618720557913449</id><published>2007-06-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:33:10.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2months 5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont u ever think that ive forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;another 6mins to 2 months 5 days that u left..&lt;br /&gt;2months 5 days..&lt;br /&gt;waitin and waitin..&lt;br /&gt;and all this while ive been wishin..&lt;br /&gt;that one day, u'd be standin in my frontporch..&lt;br /&gt;but i know u'd never come back..&lt;br /&gt;u'll never come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know u'd never think of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u'll never visit here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A few questions that I need to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you could ever hurt me so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to know what i've done wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how long it's been going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was it that I never paid enough attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or did I not give enough affection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not only will your answers keep me sane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i'll know never to make the same mistake again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can tell me to my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or even on the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can write it in a letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Either way i've have to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did I never treat you right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did I always start the fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Either way i'm going out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the answers to my questions I have to find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u hit me hard..&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im ready for another relationship.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if everything is where it should be now, then y am i still feelin lonely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y am i still feelin lonely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-2178618720557913449?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.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-20738026.post-8936124717515422288</id><published>2007-06-05T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:11:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun i had</title><content type='html'>hell of a day today..&lt;br /&gt;slept at 5am studyin.. ok ok not studyin 100% but play com.. hhaha.. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;then slept for like 2 hrs. then woke up rushed to school. did my fuckin paper.. my classmates went to book computers at the lab.. i did book too.. but in the end i slept all the way.. and when they wanted to leave then i woke up ha.. i thought of goin to radi's place then head back to school for my make up intech class.. but in the end i stay at his place.. playin with his younger brother and sister was hell fun.. when i say hell fun means its damn damn fun hha.. played monopoly, psp games together.. ok la.. alot la.. hhaa its been a while since i had this much fun haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so 16th and 17th of this monthwe're most likely will be performin at ngee ann city and liang court.. wherever that is.. ok sorry i dont go clubin so i dont know. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8936124717515422288?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8936124717515422288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=8936124717515422288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8936124717515422288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/8936124717515422288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-i-had.html' title='fun i had'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-1930801866749602580</id><published>2007-06-04T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:36:08.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Small, simple, safe price.&lt;br /&gt;Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not afraid to die;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,&lt;br /&gt;I want the pain of payment.&lt;br /&gt;What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts.&lt;br /&gt;Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my little cut?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my thousand fucks?&lt;br /&gt;And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.&lt;br /&gt;To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not like anything,&lt;br /&gt;Especially a fucking knife!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;god damn u.. i love this song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-1930801866749602580?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1930801866749602580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=1930801866749602580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1930801866749602580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/1930801866749602580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-fake.html' title='im a fake'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-4928505477746156875</id><published>2007-06-04T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:51:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4928505477746156875?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4928505477746156875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=4928505477746156875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4928505477746156875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4928505477746156875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it-fuck-it.html' title='fuck it'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-1829170246973534425</id><published>2007-06-01T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:46:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fine again high again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time, im in love with alot of things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in love with the song on my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in love with my bike cuz i jus washed it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in love with my glasses cuz i without it i dont know wat i'll do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in love with my michelle branch and agnes monica cuz they're my fantasy gfs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im in love with my guitar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok i sound high..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im feelin high now cuz partly im listenin to Canon D classical version and my blog song and i watched 50 first date again after so long.. i forget some parts in the show.. so yea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh i jus wish my life was like a fairy tale jus like that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i was.. someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i was someone sweeter. jus like adam sandler on that show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i was someone more handsome and cuter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok ok i sound greedy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so I've been fine again.. and this time its worse.. its a $130 fine.. for a stupid things that ive done.. i rode in the bus lane at the wrong period of time.. damn im not workin and things has been actin up again.. and my mum's gonna pay it for me.. but i think im gonna pay her back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll just keep wishin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and wishin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and wishin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-1829170246973534425?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-8549464096542555293</id><published>2007-05-28T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:46:22.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/Rlo0R_q_-RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XR9qL-5sW5c/s1600-h/Dejavu021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069421814313122066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0S9UCyfDvA0/Rlo0R_q_-RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XR9qL-5sW5c/s400/Dejavu021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS MY HAIR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-8549464096542555293?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Strummin my guitar or jus speedin my way to school, back home or anywhere else feels like im so far away from reality.. and sometimes it feels really great.. rather than jus thinkin.... why is it always me? why does she have to do that to me? wat did i do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the song "way back into love" still feels like so nice when i still think of that movie.. cuz we watched it together.. we.. we.. we..&lt;br /&gt;but as i noticed and everyone had noticed i wont type again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel shitty&lt;br /&gt;i feel shitty&lt;br /&gt;i feel shitty&lt;br /&gt;i feel shitty&lt;br /&gt;i feel shitty&lt;br /&gt;i feel shitty&lt;br /&gt;i feel shitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then u came..&lt;br /&gt;u came with arms wide open..&lt;br /&gt;u came with a warm touch..&lt;br /&gt;u came with good intentions of tryin to help me..&lt;br /&gt;u came with a good heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u tried to make me happy again..&lt;br /&gt;u tried to help me stand again..&lt;br /&gt;u tried to be you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so glad that at least someone cares..&lt;br /&gt;not like someone i know who jus fuckin leave with no good reason&lt;br /&gt;and hates u for no fuckin reason..&lt;br /&gt;she hates me ok..&lt;br /&gt;i know she hates me..&lt;br /&gt;she fuckin hates me..&lt;br /&gt;can i sing that song now from "Puddle Of Mudd"?&lt;br /&gt;"She Fuckin Hates Me"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can i?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but then when i think again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is this the real &lt;strong&gt;"Way Back Into Love"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye to everthing i thought i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are the one i loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the one thing that i tried to hold on to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738026-4010913770074004989?l=lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4010913770074004989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738026&amp;postID=4010913770074004989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4010913770074004989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738026/posts/default/4010913770074004989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-a-box-of-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-success-i-guess.html' title='success'/><author><name>EmO_KiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12099765114558569699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738026.post-8440803931100450527</id><published>2007-05-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T03:43:35.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i feel</title><content type='html'>when i feel lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u are jus not around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll visit ur blog.. to read ur post over and over again and nvr grow tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to jus listen to ur blog song relax my mind to thinkin that u are still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomorrow u'll come back.. but goin away again? y so soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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