<?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-7752525</id><updated>2011-06-02T08:44:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theguycatcher</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752525.post-112048485940294671</id><published>2005-07-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T06:47:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye.bye.</title><content type='html'>ife had enough o this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess now i shld leave you t burn `nd die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-112048485940294671?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/112048485940294671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=112048485940294671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112048485940294671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112048485940294671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/07/byebye.html' title='bye.bye.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752525.post-112032396993541354</id><published>2005-07-03T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:06:12.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misses.</title><content type='html'>im at someone's house now. [[: `nd thanks t that someone for everythingg. [[: uyevoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's been real cool bout everything. patient `nd udstndin'. hopes his headache subsidess. perhaps he'll be in a better mood. yupp. we've had our tears `nd laughterss, sharin' o' our past `nd o' our futuree, admitt`d our fearss `nd yet bravely holdin' on to everythin' we alrdy share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head`d t db fest tdy. [[: [[: `nd watch`d it al w alan, des `nd jiaming. jiaming's damn funnny pls!. [[: `nd they had free flow o' beer somemore. BOING. [[: oh wells. BEER SUCKS. pootsiee. who's lying pls!. `nd tha fest was funn ba. [[: we should have participat`d as well. poot. hmrpms. `nd SOMEONE out there refus`d t go support his school because why? SOMEBODY cldnt wake upp. or so he saidd. EVIL LA YOU PLS!. missess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din get a chance t open tha box tdyy. maybe im nt s'ppos`d t? hmmms. whatever la. fuckkie`!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i intend t change mie blogskinn. poot. wunder when its gonna be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pausesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im slpy. poot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`nd i miss rciy. i love you babesss `nd hunksss. missess`! . x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-112032396993541354?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/112032396993541354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=112032396993541354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112032396993541354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112032396993541354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/07/misses.html' title='misses.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-112023393087616784</id><published>2005-07-02T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:06:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;/3</title><content type='html'>what tha hell? i swear he is mean la pls.&lt;br /&gt;POOT YOU LA!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;j: its chinese dork, can you comprehend fully? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talkin bout jay chou's yi lu xiang bei song. yea `nd you were mean la pls!. i gt a fuckin' B4 fer my higher chinese pls!. POOOOOOT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no worries. lovesss!. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiights song. but read up tha lyricss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`nd since yu sent me tha song... well hey, this song's for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-112023393087616784?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/112023393087616784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=112023393087616784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112023393087616784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112023393087616784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/07/3.html' title='&lt;/3'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-112018922578882881</id><published>2005-07-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:40:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narcissist freak.</title><content type='html'>narcissist personality disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im sufferin' frm that. everything's gotta be bout me, me `nd me. i want t be in charge o' my feelings. i wanna make myself feel this way. `nd i want myself t really feel this way. i need t let go. i want t let go. i want t be happier. i dnte want t hold on t what dusnt exist anymore. i want this. i need this. but i cant do it. i wanna change my feelings. i hate myself for feeling that way. but i can't control my feelings. i want t live tha way i want t. feel tha things i want t. own tha things i want t. everythings bout what i want. `nd i dnte ever give a damn bout others. yea. im selfish. im tryin' nt t be. but i dnte know hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ife realis`d some promises ought t be brokenn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-112018922578882881?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/112018922578882881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=112018922578882881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112018922578882881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112018922578882881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/07/narcissist-freak.html' title='narcissist freak.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-112015590203061002</id><published>2005-07-01T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T11:25:02.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby.its.al.because.o.yu.</title><content type='html'>okae. i apologise for such an unsightly blog. pootsie. il change it soon. as long as i can think of new words t replace tha mean oness. any ideas anyone? ... hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 12 plus tdy. loll. [[: its far by tha latest. set a new recordd fer myselff. loll. but yes, i was in a bad mood la. so excusee my previous entry. just need`d somewher t get al tha shieet downn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anwys i townn`d w him tdy. shopp`d arnd. bought like a whole new set o' clothes. slipperss, skirtt `nd a mng top. [[: [[: [[: `nd we munch`d at NYDC. [[: [[: i swear i love shoppin' w him. [[: got him a beanieee. loll. he looksss superemely cutee in it. i think luh. ahhahas. yes, he looks cute w or wout it. yups. `nd then i had this awfull throbbin' headacheee. pootsifyin' i swearr. hmprhmms. but he carri`d me from tha busstopp t my house. well. on off thinggy luhs. but he's awfully sweet. [[: [[: thank yu monsieur for such a funn dayye. i guess it lift`d my spiritss. yupp. `nd thank yu fer takin' care o me. [[: you're sweet. lovess!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;had a talk w yu bout tha past. well, my past. yup. guess i learnt a lil more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;il never forget him. i guess no matter hw hard i try i cant. but i need t know if im o'er him. desperately. i do need t so i can be fair t yu. `nd also t satisfy my curiosity. t have some sorta answers towardss my questionss. it 'll be 2 years now, comin' 6th july. its been a long tyme. but he's still on my mind. `nd i know why -- these past monthss, ife nvr fac`d up t what ife alrdy lost. i had too many optionss. i chose t escape it. `nd it was plan perfecto; so flawless; only on tha surface. but yea, i forgot. that deep downn, id be alone, `nd al tha feelings wld just come back t me. so now i need t get past it. its tyme. i wanna go twards tha box `nd look into it. i wanna read al our letters once agn. i wanna see tha things we shar`d. i wanna smell backk tha candless that once fill`d my room w such a smell. i wanna look at our pictures one more tymee. `nd after al that i wanna know if i still am into him. if i still want him like i want`d him; need him like i need`d him. ... cause if i do; then baby, i gotta let yu go. its gonn' be tha only right thing. id nvr do this w anyone else. but yure different. `nd i dnte wanna get yu hurt even more than yull alrdy be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yure different yu know. from them. yu ll nvr be just one o' em. `nd thats whyie maybe im willin' t ask yu t be there when i open tha box. i need yu. `nd i want that person t be next t me t be yu. please babyy, i gotta open it soon. ife only got till next fridayy, `nd if i still got him; i dnte want us t pass 2 monthss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yudnteknowjusthwmuchyumeantmebabyitwasalbecauseoyu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's three things I like about the summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Drop tops, long hot nights and summer love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey yo, B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tell 'em what time it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let' s go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Out of all the guys that approached me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Walking up to me like they know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You were the one that stayed aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Waited a while and took your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You don't know how impressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your curiousity was to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It was the fourth day of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Looked in my eyes and saw that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I wanted more than just a man (man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I needed a friend&lt;/em&gt; (I want a friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone I can talk to&lt;/em&gt; (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who'll really listen&lt;/em&gt; (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you touched my hand (yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The sun got brighter then (brighter then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Trusting you I closed my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And felt our love begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It was the summertime (when we fell in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It was the summertime (when heaven shined on us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It was the summertime (baby there is nothing like the)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Summertime, summertime (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now it's been a year and &lt;em&gt;we're closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fall in love again when I hold ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know that God set you aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For me and now you are my prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wanna grow old with ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fill a house with ya pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have a son for you, a little girl for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Together we'll raise a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I wanted more then just a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I needed a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my best friend&lt;/em&gt; (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Someone I could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who'll really listen&lt;/em&gt; (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you touched my hand (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The sun got brighter then (brighter then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Trusting you I closed my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and felt our love begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yo let me holla at you for a sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So what's in gonna be, him or me? (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We can cruise the world for pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And bare boots for girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Summertime in the linen, fresh fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Livin the life that's forbidden for just you (let's go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No worries you ain't gotta be stressed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No hurries you ain't gotta be rushed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sit back relax ma take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now have a taste of the finest wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Every minute that we have's a blessing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And in your heart you's a "Child of Destiny" (that's right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Them hot summers that we had especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love who you is girl, &lt;em&gt;you bring out the best of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And it's like that, you know it's like that (that's right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And that's your plan, where's your hand let me ice that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You my heart ain't no chance you could fight that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The summertime, when you hot baby take that, take that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-112015590203061002?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/112015590203061002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=112015590203061002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112015590203061002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112015590203061002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/07/babyitsalbecauseoyu.html' title='baby.its.al.because.o.yu.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-112010758206886253</id><published>2005-06-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:59:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im.right.here.waitin'.</title><content type='html'>i swear im piss`d. fuckk. blogspot suckss. i am angry. everythings suckss. fuckin' past. fuckin' present. fuckin' future. i should just fuckin' die. so someone out there should just fuckin' kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckin' go bleed like me. i dnte give a damn what anyone does anymore. fine. go get laid. go smoke. go drink. go cut yourself. go commit suicide. go have an affair. go steal someone else s boyfriend. go play your gurll. WHATEVER. its none o' mie business. i dnte give a damn bout no body in this pussycock world anymore. fuckin' waste o' mie tyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST GO `ND DIE. AL O' YOU. SHOULD DIE LIKE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[[ what do you do ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; when tha only person who can make you grin `nd get you off from bein' piss`d ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;is gone . forever . //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tha only tyme when i ever get t see you is in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;only then 'll i be held in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;only then 'll you hold be close `nd never let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;only then 'll you say 'i love you' t me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;only then 'll you never push me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;`nd then il wish i cld dream `nd never wake upp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 doors downnn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-112010758206886253?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/112010758206886253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=112010758206886253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112010758206886253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/112010758206886253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/imrightherewaitin.html' title='im.right.here.waitin&apos;.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111996859783176531</id><published>2005-06-28T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:23:17.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i think i know hw eu* felt when readin' up.  i feel. hmmms. i wnte say im fine when im not. but neither 'll i feel jealous. i guess i feel sorta saddd. perhaps maybe caus`d euve fac`d tha misery `nd then mov`d on while i on tha other hand simply brush`d tha misery aside never botherin' t even face 'em. `nd angry too cause now it al seems a lie. tha way i kept makin' mieself believe ife fac`d up t reality `nd mov`d on only t realise that i was makin' a lie up `nd believin' its a lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;arghhs. whateverr. screw it al.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lyfe's a piece of pussycock phase. period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111996859783176531?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111996859783176531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111996859783176531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111996859783176531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111996859783176531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_28.html' title='.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111995761589166288</id><published>2005-06-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T04:20:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poot.</title><content type='html'>im feeling &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pootsifyi`d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cante wait fer tmr. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; `nd &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pootsifyably&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; sherman's partyy `nd farewell partyy lies on tha same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriouslyy. smone pls tell mie how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pootsifyin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can this werld get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POOT.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111995761589166288?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111995761589166288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111995761589166288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111995761589166288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111995761589166288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/poot.html' title='poot.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111986862174517707</id><published>2005-06-27T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T03:37:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a lil gurll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slow down&lt;/strong&gt; boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;take it &lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whats tha rush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tyme is al ours t spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;c'mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lets take &lt;strong&gt;one step at a tyme&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt; on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dnte yu know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;need yu more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;want yu more&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if we're gonna continue &lt;em&gt;movin' too fast&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we're both not gonna last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tha truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dnte doubt mie words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111986862174517707?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111986862174517707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111986862174517707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111986862174517707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111986862174517707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/confessions-of-lil-gurll.html' title='confessions of a lil gurll.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111986731562083593</id><published>2005-06-27T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T03:15:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IMPT URGENT msg for al FREAKS ONLY. -- hey ya'll. meet up this wkend? get back yea? lovess!. missess`. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msg for al rciy ol' gang `nd alan -- [[: thanks fer turnin' up on sat. hopes ya'll had a funn night. grinss. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msg fer val -- hey you!. booo. thanks fer your tipss. `nd do takkairs. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie cousin's gettin' marri`d end o this yr. [[: [[: `nd mie cousin in law was a nicey on sat. [[: [[: [[: yayyyyness!. her sister is gettin' marri`d in prolly 2 yrs tyme. follow`d by mie other cousinn. pootiess. everyone's gettin' marri`d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whens it mie turn t get marri`d!? POUTS!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by tha wayyee - check out tha mtv of bonjovi's its al abt lovin' you. [[: [[: its ... nice. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DNTE TALK T MIE ABT CTs. POOTSIFYIN'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEEEED trng t start soon. im growin' fat. poutss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPIN' THIS WEKEND ANYONE? [[: [[: beamsss. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111986731562083593?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111986731562083593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111986731562083593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111986731562083593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111986731562083593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/impt-urgent-msg-for-al-freaks-only.html' title=''/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111962858689225588</id><published>2005-06-24T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:56:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dnte.yu.know.i.l.yu.</title><content type='html'>dnte know what t do luhs. i shldnt even have told him abt tha whole thing. im regrettin'. really i am. al i know is that i lost a friend. `nd that s al i can ever think abt now. wtf. im feelin' sad, confus`d, lost. am i doin' tha right thing? how re they both feelin' now? one's prolly thinkin' everythin's gonna be aiights from now on, but angry w mie. tha other prolly piss`d w mie like nobody's business, feelin' angry w himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. its always mie fault luhs. whatever luhs. just really frustrat`d w al thesee. everytyme there ll be any mess its always got t be clear`d up. so whyie make a mess outta it in tha first place. was i wrong? did i do anythin' wrong? i hate arguments `nd conflictss. i jush wanna escape frm this whole mess. I DIN START IT!. so whyie shld i end it? whyie am i even part o' it? i dnte like it. i wanna run away. run away from al these. yea.&lt;br /&gt;I AM AN ESCAPIST!. so what re you gonna do bout me? what what what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mie heart is yurs t fill or burst ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t break or bury ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;even wear as jewellry ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whicheverr yu prefer . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yea. mie heart's in a mess. its scatter`d everywhere. i cante even find tha pieces anymore. it feels like a part o' mie is missin' when yu're angry. then i rmb, &lt;em&gt;yu have mie heart&lt;/em&gt;. baby, i dnte know what t do anymore. so yu re angry, so yu re gettin' back at mie. but &lt;em&gt;yur anger s breakin' mie&lt;/em&gt;. someone said &lt;em&gt;lettin' go is a way t say i love you.&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;baby, i dnte want yu t be jush another heartbreak on mie list&lt;/em&gt;. at mackerss jush noww. when yu were al piss`d `nd al; `nd i was pretendin' t slp when yu want`d t wake mie up. no, i wasnt even slpin'. i jush din yu t see tha tearss that fell. i din wan yu t feel sad as well.  baby, dnte yu know? &lt;em&gt;ife been tryin' t smile a facade for yu&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; baby, do yu know too that &lt;em&gt;it hurts so badd at tymess&lt;/em&gt;. but its aiights i guess. &lt;em&gt;anything t see yu smile once agn&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its true aint it? that i make yu upset. is it mie? really tell mie tha truth now. i dnte want yu t keep playin' pretence anymore, always sayin' yu re fine; its not mie fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wld yu be a happier person w/out mie? wld yu? truth. if yu wld, il promise il try t forget us, close mie eyes `nd see yu walk away frm mie -- no matter what it takes or hw much it'l hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dnte you know?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ilyumorethanyulleverbelieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwi` -- hey you!. i just read your blog!. [[: hahhahs. `nd seriously you cheer`d mie up throughout luhs pls!. loll. whats w you!. you're hilariouss. hahhahs. [[: but its comfortin' t know things are acty goin' your way ehss. `nd no such thing as stop prayin'!. even if you dnte have anythin else you want, you can pray `nd thank Him for al you have. hahhahs, your computer was tough jobb ehss. but be satisfied luhs!. at least you din have t run w it!. loll. arww. `nd someone's gettin' a car. then a girl right? hahahs. send mie pictures mann!. POUT. `nd i want mie PRESSIES. POUTPOUT. hahhahas. il catch up w you soon ya!. takkairs! `nd al tha best fer your englishhh. poot. `nd your saxaphoneee. told you ages ago sax rawkss. dnte want listen right. POOT. hahhas.! &lt;3 [[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111962858689225588?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111962858689225588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111962858689225588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111962858689225588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111962858689225588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/dnteyuknowilyu.html' title='dnte.yu.know.i.l.yu.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111944159444520542</id><published>2005-06-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T04:59:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake.upp.pls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mich` -- sry fer tha misudstndin' babe. stay hott. &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stephh` -- hey sugarr, thankss fer tha tag. i know you took loadssss o' trouble doin' it upp. curse curse curse. hahhas. but you still did it. i do love you so muchhhhhhhh. [[: LOVEEEEEEES!. hahahhs. `nd do come o'er on sat night. w/out you everythings' gonna be oh so weird pls!. [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din ask you t leave. t disappear. or anything like that. you chose to. sighh. im tir`d. i rlly am. yes, go ahead. al your spiteful hurtin' remarkss. im waitin' for more. i trust`d you mann. foolishh thing t have done. whateverr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me. hurt me. break me. torment me. torture me. kill me. scar me.&lt;br /&gt;`nd LOSE ME. FORGET ME. if that makes you happy. come on what else do you want me t do!? what do you expect me to do!? when YOU LEFT. w/out sayin' a word. you just walk`d right outta mie lyfe `nd left. now you suddenly appear back here `nd tell mie al o' what you told me that day. WHAT THA FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME T DO!? leave him `nd go w you? SERIOUSLY!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you think about is you you you. nobody else. nothing else. you dnte give no shieet bout how i feel!. did you? when you left? `nd suddenly came back. i have t follow what you want. i have t play your game. like how you want`d t leave, `nd you want`d t meet up. everything you initiat`d. did you even give me a chance? NO. I WONTE LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAYYE ANYMORE. I WNTE BE LEFT A VICTIM OF YOUR CIRCUMSTANCES ANYMORE. you DNTE listen. you DNTE stop for awhile just t listen t me. or yourself for that matter. `nd even if you do, you go al tha way out t tha extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe like whats happenin', we ve let go o' everything. but thats what we did 6 months ago. `nd guess what!. no matter hw hard you try t erase things, it aint gonna be that easy. feelings ll stiu remain. DNTE YOU GET IT? LL YOU EVER GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you dnte know what you want. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD. you dnte know what you want because you want EVERYTHING `nd NOTHING. you wanna love but then agn, you dnte want t. you re afraid of tha consequences of your decisions. you re afraid of regretss. you re afraid of takin' riskss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al your pretence 6 months ago rlly made mie believe you were such a guy. but did i leave because o' that? your flirtatious traits `nd attitudess. your actions. my godd. im stiu thankful i slapp`d you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now you wanna leave agn. take flight. go ahead. no fuckin' person is stoppin' you. why? because no fuckin' person can stop you!. you dnte hear anyone but your impulsive thoughts. thats al. `nd thats why maybe you regret so much. life isnt pushin' you t hate. YOU are pushin' yourself t hate. STOP BLAMIN' YOUR LIFE YOUR FATE OTHER PPLE OR KEEP THINKING YOU RE OH SO PITIFUL, INDULGIN' IN YOUR CIRCUMSTANCE, YOUR FEELING HELPLESS. WAKE UP! dnte you realise that you create your own fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you re always on your own. are you really always on your own? or do you keep t yourself so much that no one else can go t you `nd open you up. you choose t be on your own!. you dnte realise there re so many out there carin' for you whom you dnte even acknowledge. you re too blind thinkin' `nd only seein' yourself. when ll you ever take a step back t see this whole picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you only see yourself? do you only think of yourself? do you only do what your impulsive thoughts caus`d by anger, hatr`d, pain lead you t do? do you? ask yourselff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i still stick t mie wordss --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;il always be here wherever you re. il still always be here. no matter what happens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111944159444520542?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111944159444520542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111944159444520542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111944159444520542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111944159444520542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/wakeupppls.html' title='wake.upp.pls.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111941767591643088</id><published>2005-06-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T05:03:12.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(((((((((((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;STEPHH INVADES ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;hellos.you tagboardis there ----&gt; ((: if you wanna change the colour or smth drop me a msg yeahhs? i'll do it fer youu. anw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I LOVE YOUU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33`&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7752525-111941767591643088?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111941767591643088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111941767591643088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111941767591643088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111941767591643088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='(((((((((((:'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111935942483089569</id><published>2005-06-21T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T06:10:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hw.long.</title><content type='html'>hah. `nd im stiu thinkin' of al that happen`d. its so frustratin' when i know i cante do nth. drank til i got drunk. studi`d til i got so phark`d upp. ston`d til tha early morns. `nd tha play jush wnte stop. or maybe i chose t let it go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play. stop. rewind. replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie mind's heavy. everything im doin'. am i really payin' full attention when i got a show t watch at tha back o' mie mind? when im watchin' mieself. `nd jush perhapss fill`d w regret? jush maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on. make mie wait. you are cruel. evil. mean. but il take 'em al. il wait. `nd if makin' mie wait makes you happy, well then i hope you always remain happy. il never forget you. you know? i still rmb how i got t know you. still remember tha so many arguments we had that i almost think its impossible tha feelins dnte fade. still remember your cig, your beerin'. its laughable now aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck al thats been said. been sayin' so much. shld have come t realise thrs only so much i can do. that i dnte have much an effect on you. snaps fingerss. im aware o' hw i cant make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you left. `nd i cant hold you back. jush be happy will you. be happy wherever you re, whatever youre doin'. be happy. thats tha most you can do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youfe carv`d your name somewhere within me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lately I've been trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To fill up my days since you're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The speed of love is blinding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I didn't know how to hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mind won't clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm out of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart's got no room left inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many dreams will end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How long can I pretend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many times will love pass me by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until I find you again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will the arms of hope surround me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will time be a fairweather friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Should I call out to angels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or just drink myself sober again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't hide, it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still burn for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your memory just won't let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many dreams will end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How long can I pretend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many times will love pass me by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until I find you again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd hold you tighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Closer than ever before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No flame would burn brighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I could touch you once more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hold you once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many dreams will end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How long can I pretend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many times will love pass me by, until I find you again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'till I find you again..&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/7752525-111935942483089569?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111935942483089569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111935942483089569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111935942483089569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111935942483089569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/hwlong.html' title='hw.long.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111927560190707464</id><published>2005-06-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:53:21.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pple.cry.</title><content type='html'>`nd now its al too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sit on tha floor, in an empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al alone, i bury mie head in mie hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`nd i cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so silently -- youre too far t hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so silently -- but its tha same way your heart breakss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111927560190707464?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111927560190707464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111927560190707464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111927560190707464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111927560190707464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/pplecry.html' title='pple.cry.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111927475727284265</id><published>2005-06-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:39:17.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you.are.jush.too.late.again.</title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up w an ol' friend. 6 months since i last saw him. `nd a rush o' feelins fill`d mie. a whole aftnoon w him. `nd it stiu felt so hi `nd bye. al tha same. same story, diff pple. we ll always jush miss each other by a bit. jush a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yu re always jush too late. you know that? jush a lil' bit too late. it doesn seem like our tyme ll ever come. maybe cause you'll jush always be yourself. `nd disappear. disappear for so long. so long i always almost think that you ve forgotten me. `nd then suddenly il read up bout mieself. its always so sudden; `nd its always too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin' side by side, a gap in between. thats hw it is like. so close yet so far. these six months. where were you when i was there al along. always suddenly appearin' `nd then disappearin'. you keep fadin' in `nd outta mie lyfe. `nd when i see you, theres jush so much i wanna say t you but i always find mieself strugglin' t find tha words t say. somehw always wonderin' whats right `nd whats wrong. `nd that gap in between -- its tha feelin' o' helplessness. dnte know what t do. its al so familiar. may have been six months. but nothing's chang`d. jush like yu said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mie head im speakin', in your heart youre hearin'. but you cant make out tha words im sayin'. perhaps its better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`nd now youre off agn mr disappearin' man. i trust you. im jush gonna be missin' you for another 6 months. no more than that. because its mie call this tyme. but for now, goodbye. `nd take cares. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i went off. head`d t pool. `nd mie mind jush felt so heavy. thinkin' o' al that happen`d. its that kinda i wanna get rid o' al that thoughts. but im scared of forgettin' al those thoughts too. head`d t drink. `nd gt drunk. what did i say? i dnte recall. i only knew i was in safe hands. `nd i gt sent home. thank yu so much. for everything. i owe yu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;forever used t be so long. now it seems too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;more than yull ever believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I´ve finally made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;she is the girl and I really want to make her mine&lt;br /&gt;I´m searching everywhere to find her again&lt;br /&gt;to tell her I love her&lt;br /&gt;and I´m sorry ´bout the things I´ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find her standing in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;the only place in town where I didn´t search&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy in her wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;but she´s crying while she´s saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I´ve missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;br /&gt;twentyfive minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I´m sorry your are&lt;br /&gt;twentyfive minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the wind I´m going home again&lt;br /&gt;wishing me back to the time when we were more than friends&lt;br /&gt;But still I see her in front of the church&lt;br /&gt;the only place in town where I didn´t search&lt;br /&gt;She looked so happy in her weddingdress&lt;br /&gt;but she cryed while she was saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I´ve missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;br /&gt;twentyfive minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I´m sorry your are&lt;br /&gt;twentyfive minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the streetsplaces where hungry hearts have nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;inside my head&lt;br /&gt;still I can hear the words she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I´ve missed your kisses all the time but this is&lt;br /&gt;twentyfive minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Though you travelled so far boy I´m sorry your are&lt;br /&gt;twentyfive minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear her say.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111927475727284265?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111927475727284265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111927475727284265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111927475727284265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111927475727284265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/youarejushtoolateagain.html' title='you.are.jush.too.late.again.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111911261118535945</id><published>2005-06-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:36:51.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck.that.bitch.pls.</title><content type='html'>that BITCH. i swear she is a bitch. i knew it right from tha start. hah!. al her pretence t be nice `nd al. well guess what. its turn`d its back on her. whatever.  i hated her. i hate her. `nd i will continue hatin' her. stop spreadin' rumours bout mie when you do know thats its not true. `nd get this is your head. NOW. stop wastin' your tyme bloggin' bout hw others dnte like mie `nd al. its real dumb. i mean, im so grateful for you rememberin' mie. ahhas, as i see im like quite a hot topic in your blog. loll.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae. im aiights now. [[: THANK YOU LUCAS TOK!. lovessss!. [[: fer cheerin' mie up `nd lettin' mie see frm both angles. yea. i dnte rlly bother bout what you say anymore. i mean its al fuckin' rumourss. go ahead. spread al yu want. its super childish pls. ive got friends and they know mie best. yea. `nd they wnte get sway`d by whatever rumourss yu plac`d on yur stupid blog. no doubt i AM cursin' yu now. but no worries, il pray fer yu too. hope yu dnte stay this way for long. lollll. `nd like what lucas said, acty yes he got al the above knock`d into mie head. yesh. al yur rumourss have made mie more confident of mieself. thats so true. so like hey, yu re not bringin' mie down. stop tryin'. its real stupid. lolll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr stole his heart. NEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111911261118535945?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111911261118535945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111911261118535945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111911261118535945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111911261118535945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/fuckthatbitchpls.html' title='fuck.that.bitch.pls.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111885778791772486</id><published>2005-06-16T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:49:47.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy.wuzzy.</title><content type='html'>ahahhas, im a happy girl!. [[: [[: [[: thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!. its tha wuzzy fuzzy feelin' i got when i receiv`d &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; msg while muggin' jush now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things should have been different. whyie 're you always jush a lil' late...... fate's still playin' you out. pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP PLAYIN!. IL BE V ANGRY. HMPRHMS. PLEASEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is fer ROD --&lt;br /&gt;takkairs ya. i dnte know whats you feelin' right now. jush, think that you'll find someone better. [[: i believe you will. you 're a great guy. move on strongly `nd you ll get a better girll. dnte think too much bout tha past anymoree. im sure she has her reasonss `nd perhaps He plac`d you thru this t make you learn more bout yourself. reflect `nd you ll get your answers. dnte let your faith in Him falter; hold strong t it. im sure He has smth else in store for you bro!. now, pls seek tha future. [[: conc on your comp `nd studiess. need a girl's advice, you got mie here fer you. lovess!. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for stephh` --&lt;br /&gt;hey babyy. [[: you ll be leavin' fer thailand soon. hopin' thee 'll read this before gettin' t tha airport. yesh, il be sendin' you off but as you know these kindaa mushyy stuff better seen then saidd. or il be blushin' luhs pls!. lollll. anwys, you pls takkairs o yourself there uhss. [[: dnte talk t strangerss, dnte lose your stuffs, `nd most imptly, do NOT jaywalk. or elsee. loll. remember mie pressiess!. [[: woooo. hah; am gonna miss you lotsssa sugarplum fairiess sweetiee!. loveeeees! gu niangs uniteee. [[: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111885778791772486?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111885778791772486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111885778791772486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111885778791772486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111885778791772486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/fuzzywuzzy.html' title='fuzzy.wuzzy.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111881715921636780</id><published>2005-06-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:32:39.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>badd.gurll.</title><content type='html'>actually, life's all about pretending. just like, pretending everything around you is perfect. pretending you have studied when you haven't. pretending you have a wonderful boyfriend when you hardly know him. pretending that you have loads of problems thats why you cut yourself. pretending to cry when you hardly feel anything. hmmm, now come to think of it, i wonder if its pretending or forcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he remembers the past. i wonder if how he really feels about me. i wonder if i am as bad as he puts me to be. how about himself. aren't we almost the same? or does he keep thinking i'm the extreme. or maybe he tells himself he is the worst. so he gets to judge who's good or bad. hah. like satan. loll. you'll never know. everyone has secrets rights. so. they say one thing and mean another. how much truth is there in every sentence you say? how much exaggeration is there in every bittersweet remark that has been said? i did almost try. but sugarr, you played me. you had two. not the other way round. you could'nt stop thinking of him. i never led you on. you made me fall. then hey, im the bad guy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, you are still etched in a part of my mind. that chapter is like a kind of mystery i have yet to solve. you know, like some kind of place i want to go back to. who knows maybe right now things would be different. you re like mie reflection. hah. insult to you? you think again. wasnt i dead jealous of her once? wished i was her. wished things wouldn't end that way? didn't i shed tears over you too? and walked back just to see you again. one last. last. how it hurt. did it hurt you too? or was i just another one of them. was i really a fling? we could have worked things out couldn't we. but guess we both chose to let things end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we ve ended. but while reflecting back to memories. i do feel sad. i know i do. do you? i wonder, do you even think of me too? at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can't have forgotten me. people don't forget the bad stuff. and for this, i am glad i was remembered as the bad girl. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're still on my mindd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111881715921636780?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111881715921636780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111881715921636780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111881715921636780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111881715921636780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/baddgurll.html' title='badd.gurll.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111876614063843588</id><published>2005-06-15T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:22:20.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>'ve gt alot of linkss on mie blog. but i only read a certain few pple's blogs. as in really only a few. one of which i have t respond t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can say al you want bout not carin'; nt wantin' t be tha victim agn. whateverr. deep down you stiu will. its part o you. its not smth where hey you wanna change; snaps fingers, thats it. you've chang`d. its nt like that, it ll  nvr be like that. you treat`d thoughts of past as a subst of tha future. no logic. im glad you know. now what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mie lyfe i ve only had these few pple affectin' mie so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ezra. amos. you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes laugh. think it a joke. whatever. suit yourself. that s always been your reaction hasnt it. you nvr thought things i said seriously. you nvr lik`d mie anyways. even as a friend. so you ll jush think this is another one o mie fuck`d up crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he thought he nvr play`d a huge part o mie lyfe. lil' did he know hw he d come t make mie uds mieself so. t see things frm a ttly different angel. maybe things were nt s'ppos`d t be anythin' like what we d hope for. but whatever it is, whatever he thinks of mie, whatever things have happen`d btw us, im jush stiu real glad i know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111876614063843588?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111876614063843588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111876614063843588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111876614063843588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111876614063843588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111866956029274876</id><published>2005-06-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T06:32:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>those readin' this, yu gotta click onto tha june 2005 icon. i post`d two entries tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i realis`d tdy that everyone has secrets of their own. likewise so do i. `nd i reveal`d one o em t someone tdy. i dnte know whyie i did that. i mean fer al i know that someone s been playin' mie al along and im stiu stuck blurr`d by everythin'. i was in tha cab when i msg`d that someone. `nd as i did slowly, painfully reveal mie dark past; tha tears fell. im nt sure whyie they did. al i know s im nt like everyone else. im different. 've always been tha black sheep wherever i am. `nd i realis`d that someone s tha first person i ever reveal`d mie secret t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im sorry i nvr told yu sooner. i told yu only cush i din wanna hide anythin' frm yu. `nd i know i wld like t know yur secrets too. somedayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aft that someone gavee mie a hug tdy, i knew i had t be w that someone. he makes mie feel safe. he makes mie feel love. smth ive yet t receivee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111866956029274876?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111866956029274876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111866956029274876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111866956029274876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111866956029274876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111863035228853915</id><published>2005-06-13T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:39:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unsure.</title><content type='html'>dnte wanna talk bout db nats. but yea, well done t everyone. [[: was a awesome sett. lovess. was thinkin' of meetin' up w some ol' friend. guess our scheduless jush din match upp. yea. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess when yure in tha midst of thinkin' wher t go; who t go with. `nd yu cant decide. headin' t church is tha best. [[: i dunno. whyie i lovee RCIY so, maybe cush i feel want`d there, i feel love, family, safe. at least i know im gonna be mie. tha cheerful gurl. and not her. dnte wanna be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. it ll be 2 weeks tmr that i haven talk`d w mie mom. God bless her. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`nd ezraa finally call`d! [[: ezraezraezra. double lovess!. [[: i miss himm!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess t say i ve been outta tha past isnt rlly true. al i ve done is pretend t be outta tha past hopin' but failin' t get al o' em outta mie head. there re stiu so many unanswer`d questions i need tha answers t. so many things i ve yet t rlly let go. deep down, part o' mie is stiu there. there re stiu so many things i ve yet t try agn. things i wonte do in fear of a replay of tha past. `nd i only learnt this ytd. well well well. i wonder in fear what tha future holds fer mie. hw else is mie lyfe gonna be excitin'. i wish nth's gonna change; but knowin' mieselff; id be bettin' on tha dark horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was s'ppos`d t meet him that day. now whyie was i lookin' so forward t it; whyie was i pretty disappoint`d when i cldn catch a glimpse o' him. arhhh. whateverr. forgettin' him; washin' tha memoriess away.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111863035228853915?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111863035228853915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111863035228853915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111863035228853915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111863035228853915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/unsure.html' title='unsure.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111824458809039812</id><published>2005-06-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:16:12.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermathh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrat`d our one month ytd. i cant belive its only one month. it seems like agesss. even fabby, jannah and his gd friend were shock`d it was only a month. hehh. we met upp and head`d t harbour front fer our bruchh. SAKAEE!. [[: finally.&lt;br /&gt;then we head`d t sentosaa. i haven been there fer yearss pls!. but nth much had chang`d. ooh, and i saw a sign -- LOOK OUT! MONITOR LIZARD CROSSING. loll. i burst out laughin' luh pls!. do they have t do that. hahahs. shld put like ants crossin' etc. LOLL. BUT i din take pic of tha sign!. SHIT. nvmss. we shall go back there one day. [[:&lt;br /&gt;anwyss, met up w tha rciy peeps!. steph kevin rod luc and mie sis. hahahs. al sunbathin' and chillin'.&lt;br /&gt;AND BOTH OF US SO SUPER SUAKU, TOOK THA TRAM AL THA WAY T THA OTHER BEACH T USE THA TOILET WHEN THERE WAS ONE RIGHT THERE FER US. i swear that s tha dumbestt thing ive ever done. POUT. yupps. got into our beachh wear!. and we went playin' w tha restt. [[: hilariousssss pls.... w luc arnd. goshh. yu ll nvr stop laughin'. ayyesss. miss melissa gt hungry agn pls!. so we went t eat SAKAE'S BUFFET. [[: which totally rawks luhs!. HAD MIE CHAWANMUSHI!. [[: shall go post tha pics soon. hahahhas. can see tha number of platess. woo. MR ALAN IS CRAZY I SWEAR. HE EATS ALOT PLS!. okae. enough. hmmms. and i start`d bein' narcissist agn. eat full full mush slp rights?&lt;br /&gt;so we head`d t tha sandd. and fell aslp beside him. tha rest head`d t tha showers and luc was sorta doin' some rituall on us both. =// whats neww. loll. hmmms, tha rest went off leavin' us both there.&lt;br /&gt;went back t tha seaa; took a swimm. and ALAN TRI`D T KILL HIMSELF. well. thats exaggeratin'; but its near tha truthh. i turn`d back wantin' t head t shore. next thing i knew i cldnt see anyone anywhere; and i start`d panickin'. and when i finally saw him. i swear i was freak`d outt. it was super high tide and dark and cold and i saw him out there tryin' t head t tha open sea. so i rush`d back in luhs. duhs. but got a lil' chok`d by tha SUPER SALTY WATERS. oh wells, i dnte wanna lose him so easilyy. &lt;3. breeze =" 2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anwys, i had a wonderfull tyme w him ytd. [[: he's tha one. i know it; tha feelin' aft amos left is finally eras`d w him arnd. finally. yupps. i &lt;3 him. hahhas. [[: i gave him a brief and cookiess! which sayss... 'shy guy with a big dick'. loll. [[: and he likess it. i knoww it. muaa. hahahs. talkin' bout pressies, he hasnt given mie mine yet! .po ut. p out. pou t. sighss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd last trng before db nats. im freak`d out. i swearr. mie first ever db comp; `nd tha feelin' is so much more than overwhelmin'. we ve been trng rlly hard tha past few months jush fer this comp. we gotta win NY. i swear we gotta. mush live up t tha seniors reputation; and give 'em a good silver medall as farewell pressie. we can't lose. like mie capt's nick -- 'losin' is not an option'. he's rightt. `nd one thing coach said bout tha comp, mush enjoy tha race if not yu'll nvr be able t performm. yupps. im nervous, excit`d, al kinds of mix`d emotions playin' in mie mind, mie heart. jush 3 more dayss. been waitin' so long fer this comp and its finally arrivin' soon -- very soon. JIA YOU BOATERSS!. [[: WE CAN DO IT; `ND WE WILL DO IT -- BRING BACK OUR SILVER MEDAL. [[: lovess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up w luc shuxian tim mie sis ada marcus t discuss tha fund raisin' stuff aft trng. i thot we were gonna meet up in church so al i wore was mie jersey `nd shorts, happily headin' outta tha house TILL......&lt;br /&gt;"heys, wher s yu guys?"&lt;br /&gt;"carrefour."&lt;br /&gt;"aiights, see ya ll ther!. [[:"&lt;br /&gt;reachin' suntec.&lt;br /&gt;"hey, wher s yu?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, im nearin' suntec, be there in 5"&lt;br /&gt;"we re at PS carrefour."&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I WAS LIKE WTH!. .... ok, so i travell`d frm suntec t PS. `nd i was bein' star`d at luhs pls!. jersey and shorts t PS. and everyone was starin' at mie luhs. so had t play cool. loll. [[: manag`d t pull it off thou. [[: proud o mieselff. yupps. hopes things ll be aiights fer tha fund raisin'. scared bout it; im stiu uncertain if we can attain our aim`d amt of money fer RCIY05/06. oh wells. -prayss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111824458809039812?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111824458809039812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111824458809039812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111824458809039812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111824458809039812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/aftermathh.html' title='aftermathh.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111806524387427623</id><published>2005-06-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T06:40:43.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BURFDAE MYRAA. [[:&lt;br /&gt;i know i suck as a sister. always nt arnd fer u, brushin' u off, havin' late nights. jush hope u dnte turn outt like mie. jush hope SHE treats u alright and nice. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been sayin' alot o' things out recentlyy. realis`d i keep bottlin' everythin' up insidee. so smtymes when you pple get a sudden outburstt frm mie; im sorry. its jush too overwhelmin' ya. n&lt;br /&gt;ot sure whyie; maybe cause im too tir`d of tha same things happenin' o'er and o'er agn. before anythin' even starts, i seem t know tha outcome. and tha outcomes always suckk. it's borin'; but no one seems t be changin' anythin'. its as if they cant be bother`d. so whyie shld i be bother`d too right? i try; they dnte. whatever. sick o' it. bestie was right bout one thing last tyme. whats tha pt of bein' nice when they always play you out in tha endd. truee.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, things dnte seem t be werkin' out fer mie latelyy. trng's al wrong; havent been hittin' tha bks; yea. and other stuff i guess. that i dnte wanna mentionn heree. jush that i feel things comin' t mie agn. tha same things. and im so tir`d of mentionin' or werkin' things out agn. i jush feel so sick of tryin' t werk things outt. call mie escapistt. suree. i won deny it. im too tir`d luhs yeaa. so excusee mie.&lt;br /&gt;it happens when you always have such a bad feelin' -- when one dusnt say much and neither does the other. when you ask and you get an answer which you dnte know hw much you can believe. when both say things are ok; ll be ok when its clearly such a blatent lie.&lt;br /&gt;tha worst is at tymes you rlly find yourself strugglin' w words t say t tha other. you wanna say smth; but both are equally confus`d w tha situation. yea, they say when there's an argument you solve it on tha spot. sometymes i dnte even know if there's an argument. pple are cold fer 5 min; and tha next 5 you're talkin' or at least tryin' t talk like norm. so you fake your way thru it; actin' alright. but deep down you know you cant erasee what happen`d.&lt;br /&gt;if any of you pple think im talkin' bout you; yea sure. continue thinkin' that way. maybe you rlly are feelin' that way too. maybe we can try gettin' things clear; resolv`d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im here w/out u baby ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but ure stiu on mie lonely mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i think abt u baby ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;`nd i dream abt u al tha tyme .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im here w/out u baby ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but ure stiu w me in mie dreams ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;`nd tonightt [boyy] ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its only u `nd mie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u made mie believe in u; i lov`d u, jush tha way u lov`d mie, or perhaps even more. i gave u mie al. but u threw 'em al away. tha same way i thought i cld. but no, im stiu stuck in btw. i learnt one thing thou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;al we had was nth but a short-liv`d fantasyy. &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/7752525-111806524387427623?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111806524387427623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111806524387427623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111806524387427623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111806524387427623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/reflections.html' title='reflections.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111794959234166151</id><published>2005-06-05T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:48:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nvr.had.a.mother's.love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i haven't talk`d w her since we argu`d on tues, a day aft camp end`d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whateverss. so what if they ve seen mie before? whyie tha fuck shld they care who i go out w or what i do when im out? what tha fuck do i have anythin' t do w em'? FUCK AL THOSE PPLE SPREADIN' WILD RUMOURSS. YOU PPLE SHLD JUST GO FUCK IN HELL. im jush a 17 yr old gurll who wants t live lyfe mie way. i dnte do drugs, dnte smoke; hardly drink anymore. i find mieself fuggin' decent. and who are they t judge mie? thanks alot for tellin' her things that s not true. and tha worst thing? she believes em'. well well. i swear we re nt rltd. go right on assumin' al kindsa crapp, callin' mie low, indecent. FUCK IT OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;biggest mistake you ever made was t have a daughter like mie. you've said that too many times.! IT DNTE HURT NO MORE. I DNTE CARE. call mie useless, stupid... pls, al im askin' fer now is NEVER EVER go arnd tellin' others you have 3 daughterss. thats fuckin' bull; have you ever treat`d mie like one? have you ever treat`d mie liek em'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;since young, i ve been beaten up by you, you callin' mie al sortsa shieet things. you left when i was in p2, you left when i was bullied, you left mie al alone t fend fer mieself. there was no one when i woke up, only saw daddy at nights. NO ONE ELSE. thanks t him im arnd, if nt id prolly been fuckin' dead by noww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuckin' things like ridin' a bike shld have been a fun family thing. but NO, i learnt it al by mieself. cause you left mie alone, had your 2 other daughters somewhere else in this world. you left mie behind. FUCK YOU. tha worst tymes of mie lyfe was when i was stiu a lil' gurl, beggin' fer your love, and dadde had t go overseass t work fer certain periodss of tyme. what you wld do t mie; i swear il nvr forget. its etch`d in mie memoriess. and i cant erase em' no matter hw hard i try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i ever thank you for anythin, THANKS FOR TAKIN' MIE CHILDHOOD FROM MIE, MAKIN' MIE HATE YOU; FOR MAKIN' MIE GO THRU THINGS MIESELF SINCE YOUNG; FOR LETTIN' MIE KNOW I CLD SURVIVE W/OUT YOUR FUCKIN' LOVE. im sorry, you didnt kill mie. you shld have done that before i was even born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you push`d it too far. now i dnte even feel sad or hurt we re nt talkin'. i feel numb; in fact, im enjoyin' tha silence. its peacefull. i dnte see mieself w a mom. dnte think i ever had one. i us`d t try everythin' fer your love, but i nvr got anythin'. i dnte think il ever have a mom. you know what fears mie tha most? is growin' up and treatin' mie kids tha way you treat`d mie. you chose NOT t have a daughter like mie. DNTE ever forget that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reflections of your love have come to wither &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought I'd done my best to memorize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A picture fades, of you and I together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I haven't come to terms with how we said goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you really care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Care at all for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you really care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you care at all for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A displaced little girl wept years in silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And whispered wishes you'd materialize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She pressed on night and day, to keep on living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And tried so many ways to keep her soul alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you really care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Care enough for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you really care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you care at all for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I'm not quite good enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or somehow undeserving of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mother's love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You could've had the decency to give me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before you gave me life, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you even care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just the slightest little bit for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause I really need to feel you care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even once upon a time for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In my heart of heart of hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You cared for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why you left me there so helplessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you even care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Care at all for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reflections of your love have come to wither &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought I'd done my best to memorize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111794959234166151?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111794959234166151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111794959234166151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111794959234166151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111794959234166151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/nvrhadamotherslove.html' title='nvr.had.a.mother&apos;s.love.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111781819132464692</id><published>2005-06-04T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:07:38.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smokin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;been wonderin' recently. why do people do certain things. like smoking. does it really give you a fufillin' feelin'? or do pple do it cause they feel good doin' it; they think it makes em look cool; be cool. whats more; smokin' affects pples' character, attitude. i cante stand guys who smoke, they make really bad kissers. and i feel pity for those gurls who smoke; its such a major turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does ezruhh affect mie so much? lots of pple have ask`d mie that alrdy. he smokes, blablabla. long list. hehhs. but i lurhfve him. he's one of tha guys i swear who means alot t mie. prolly wont talk fer ages; and suddenly eiither one of us ll get t the other. askin' hows lyfe and al. i rmb`d when i first found out bout him smokin', i was angry and disappoint`d. i tri`d alot t ask him t quit but in vainn. but his endless care and concern for mie, his non-stop encouragement t study well fer exams, his constant naggin' bout no smokin' and drinkin' too much ll always be up there in mie mind. i guess its tha knowledge that somone out there's takkin' care of yu. wants yu t be aiights. when i broke up w amos, he was always there fer mie. when mie grandma pass`d away, he was there fer mie too. when mie cousin left t aussie t study, he was there t comfort mie throughout that rough patch in mie life. all sudden 3 things happen`d and w/out him i swear i wldnt know what t do. mie beeg bro. i miss you bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;friends play a major part in mie lyfe. and they are great influences t mie. one reason whyie i want`d yu t stop smokin' was so i wldnt start. but if i had t do so in order fer yu t stop, i wld. i swear i wld. now yu've stop`d; i hope its fer lyfe. [[: well done pal. yu've impress`d mie yet again. &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet ive got a certain friend who's been smokin' alot lately. hmmms. he wonte stop even if i ask him t. whether he reads this i have no idea. but al i wanna say is. quit it. whatever tha reason is, you know its jush excuses. its not healthy; she dusnt like it; makes your breath stink; and its super UN-cool pls. please stop. remember you us`d t be tha one who always motivat`d mie t put in mie best no matter what. you taught mie indirectly, tha meanin' of teamwork, t push mieslef t tha limits, t endure. you made mie find a stronger self within mie. but whats come t you now? smokin everytyme? hate seein' you this way. hate knowin' you doin' it more when she's not around. dont phunk w her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnte smoke. and i hope whoever out there who smoke stop smokin' too. its bad fer your health pple. but even if you do, pls donte forget your friends who donte smoke. listen t their advice, even if yu've tried and failed, try again. try till you succeed. if others are willin' t believe in you, trust you'll succeed; maybe its high tyme you give yourself that chance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i believ`d in this special guy, he fail`d too, but he's pull`d thru. he's succeed`d. he wonte say it, but im sure he feels good and proud of himself that he's made it through. im proud of him. because he succeed`d but more because he gave himself a chance t challenge his greatest enemy -- himself; he took tha courage t try. im happy for yu baby; i swear i am. lovess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111781819132464692?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111781819132464692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111781819132464692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111781819132464692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111781819132464692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/smokin.html' title='smokin.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111764426726925747</id><published>2005-06-02T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:44:27.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past.and.present.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i had t get outta tha house. tha tension was THAT bad. hehs. so i woke up, blogg`d, pack`d up and went out. head`d t src. miss that place. and al tha memories i had. stiu rmb amos and i gettin' in and out w/out gettin' caught. lookin' out frm tha barker lounge t tha padang; can jush imagine tha both of us under tha sky star gazin'. walkin' outta tha barker lounge; can stiu sense tha bitterness in our last goodbye, tha tears we both cried. i shld have known it was gonn' be tha last tyme id see him. our story seems t mie almost tha same as his story w her. and no matter what ill nvr replace her. jush like tha heart shape dollar note he has in his wallet; ive stiu got tha ring in mine. its jush a thing we've yet t let go. slowly, perhaps. but not jush yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yea. i guess when i enter`d tha lounge and tha memories floodin' back at mie, i decid`d t replay mie past. head`d t raffles city and walk`d everywhere alone. tha shops we us`d t go t; market place esp, where id get mie lime juice and yu, yur soursop juice. and yur sudden kisses outta nowhere aft our talks abt bluecheese. -grinss. sittin' arnd tha fountain, eatin, chillin. walkin' up, passin' tha OP shop, headin fer tha toy shop we us`d t go t, w tha coolest kiddy stuffs ever. and talks bout us gettin' em fer our kids. suddenly tha past seems so near mie. like it al happen`d jush ytd. strollin' outta tha shoppin centre, passin perlini silver. ... i stiu have al yu gave mie. but i stiu cant get mieself t open up that box -- our letters, our hand made gifts, our love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i went for a swim, i thought yu. then i thought of him. expect`d yu t fill mie mind. but he overfill`d mie mind. his words of what wld happen when he goes ns kept repeatin' itself o'er and o'er agn. i tri`d t think of what wld happen. ever since yu left, i gave up on alot of beliefs i once had. but he's special. he's not like tha rest o em. perhaps yu both are similarr. im sure yu'll be happy for mie i found someone like him. others, i dnte think wld have been enough for yu. i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i walk`d t tha bus stop t head home. but i din wanna go home.. i want`d t continue thinkin' of yu. took some weird bus that gt mie t some weird place. same feelin' i had when i took 196 t yur school. nt sure where id end up at, not sure where id be. but yu were there there at tha bus stop waitin' fer mie. but this tyme, i cldnt find anyone. he was msgin' mie thou. so i got off and head`d back. i guess he's tha one huh. [[: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby, ilyu more than yu ll ever know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111764426726925747?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111764426726925747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111764426726925747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111764426726925747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111764426726925747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/pastandpresent.html' title='past.and.present.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111759466510478197</id><published>2005-06-01T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:57:45.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40.kinds.of.feelins'.inside.of.mie.</title><content type='html'>camp was funn; despite al tha mosquitoess. anwys, i lurhffve mie grp pple. OCEAN'S we ruleee!. [[: you guys rawkk!. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huijie.huiying.weimin.cheryl.hongrui.nadia.zhilong.melissa.terrance.hongboon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate her. rlly i do. she makes mie do things i dnte wanna do. she screams fer no particular reason. she goes on n on. her threats, her desires. totaly against mie. i had t run away frm home ytd. plann`d t. till mie baby told mie t go home; and said that she stiu car`d. im nt too sure bout tt. bt mie phone was turn`d on and just nice dadde call`d. surprise. daddy din scold. i &lt;3 mie dadde. he's damn nice pls!. and he came t fetch mie frm mie baby's house. and he din nag. al he did was ask whyie and went on t explain whyie she was angry.&lt;br /&gt; have i chang`d t be somone they dnte know? or is it that im too tir`d of al tha rubbish and im finally showin em who i truly am? i hate her. hatin' her since i was young. stole mie childhood. fuckin' bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;had a talk w him ytd bout tha same thing. i dunno wht t do luhs. i only know if he keeps smokin' and all he's tryin' t kill himself. i hate knowin him doin' that. i donte wan him t do that. he ask`d mie if i trust`d him. what was i t say? yes? i tri`d. but he broke mie heart. and im gonn' have a hard tyme tryin' t trust him agn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if sayin' sorry cld mend everythin'; i swear yu must be takin' mie for a fool. if promises are meant t be broken; then what e fuck does a promise mean? if hearts are meant t be broken; then whats tha point of fallin' in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yu had yur chance but yu miss`d it. here's a second chance; dnte let mie fingers slip out of yurs agn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111759466510478197?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111759466510478197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111759466510478197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111759466510478197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111759466510478197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/06/40kindsoffeelinsinsideofmie.html' title='40.kinds.of.feelins&apos;.inside.of.mie.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111694569851276226</id><published>2005-05-24T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T07:41:38.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.wanna.scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he made mie breakfast this morn'. and he was super cute pls!. din wanna say anythin' and he ask`d if i want`d t go canteen but i rlly din feel like walkin'. then he smil`d tha shy smile and gt tha sandwich outta his bag. hahahas. super cute!. [[: thank yu.! i had a fulfillin' breakfast and recess tdy. yummy sandwiches w ham and omeltte w cheese. super sweet! and he woke up early jush t make mie breakfast. tell mie hw t nt &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fun tyme rubbishin' w mie class peeps this aftnoon. [[: [[: and PW kills. i swear!. haahhas. fabian is damn funny la pls!. cannot stand him. hahhahas. i vadalis`d his hand tdy -- 'mel rawks [[:'. small small and he go vandalise mie hand beeg beeg!. 'bleed like me '. yup. i count`d. 18 red lines down. ahhahs. david too!. he's mean la pls!. he's been pinchin' mie cheeks like no one's business. GRRRR. and jush cush he's mie stepbro dusnt mean he can bully mie!. hahahs, and i want`d t kiss him tdy. i swear i donte know whyieee. hahhahhas. it'll nvr happen agn mann. loll!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ooh! fabby and ben were bein' nice pple t stay behind and wait fer HIM t finish his lessons. hahahas. and he was actin' shy in front of em pls!. haahhahs. n i gt kiss`d. LOLL. [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, was tellin' him bout david and fabby. and he was givin' that act angry face. -rolls eyes!. hahahhs. says mush ask fer his permission first. -shakes head. mie goodness. hahhahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, mie baby girl is sick!. izzah--pls takkairs of yurself sweetieee. LURHFVESSSS. muaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been msgin' STEPH since last night. i swear she's damn funny and cute and outta point luhs pls!. [[: hahahahs. i miss her and tha balls. LOLL!. sweetie pie honeyyy lurhfveee`. I LOVE YOU STEPH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want`d t say those 3 words t yu. but i cldnt find tha right tyme t say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111694569851276226?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111694569851276226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111694569851276226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111694569851276226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whyie din he catch mie fallin' star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wish i din wish so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe i wish`d our love apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hw cld an angel break mie heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of giving my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Now and again&lt;br /&gt;I get sentimental&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's just a phase I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;And every time I start to slip&lt;br /&gt;I just remind myself&lt;br /&gt;I need only think of it&lt;br /&gt;I went through so much hell&lt;br /&gt;You say ya wanna get things back&lt;br /&gt;The way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Can you give one good reason&lt;br /&gt;Why I should darlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care for you (X3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda been wiser&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda been onto you&lt;br /&gt;But I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you'd break my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;Fate would have it that you broke it anyway baby&lt;br /&gt;And every time I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just remind myself&lt;br /&gt;You told about a million lies&lt;br /&gt;You put my heart through hell&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna get with me&lt;br /&gt;Just for old time sakes&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not about to make that same mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care for you (X3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see a girl that you gave all your love&lt;br /&gt;I see a girl you took advantage of&lt;br /&gt;You see a girl that you cannot forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care for you (X3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days when I was young&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid to love&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days&lt;br /&gt;You were the one what was I thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda been wiser&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda been onto you&lt;br /&gt;But I was afraid I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111686315877682616?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111686315877682616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>we.grow.t.sin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yesterdayy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had kayak coursee. everyone clap!. mel gt her one star course cert. [[: but only aft obtainin' loadsa injuries pls!. mie right shoulder and elbow are jushh screw`d. and ive gt blueblack on mie headd!. grrr. gt hit by paddle!. sad plss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy was damn nice t mie luhs!. I &lt;3 DADDEEE!. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish`d early; so decid`d t go b fer college dayy. BORING PLS!. i was practically slpin' luhs!. loll. waste of mie tymee. poutpoutpout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anwys, went out w him t poppye fer dnner. coleslaw there rawks. REALLY. [[: head`d t his house wait`d fer him t changee. was goin' down t catch soccer match near mie place. and i swear he's damn thick skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; pls!. LOLL!. at 0030h he msg`d mie askin' if he cld come over. and made al sorts of excuses sayin' he cldnt go home blablablabla. in e end yes, mr thick skin slept over. its damn crazy pls!. we were talkin' till bout 0145h outside mie house then decid`d t dash into mie house fer a drink in order nt t wake eric upp. LOLL. mission fail`d but at least we din get caught by anyone. it was damn funn night luhs!. but i cldnt get muchh slp thou. neither cld he. i swear he rawkss. we had some whisper`d conversations; things i guess we'd both seldom say on any normall dayy. well, whatever it was, it did bring us closer tgt. and he left at 0550h in tha mornin. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCIY pple rawk pls!. lolll. anwys, yeaa. we had new sign ups tdy. [[: [[: and i had mac fer breakfast again!. lolll. i swear STEPH canNOT jay walk luhs!. loll. NO MORE JAY WALKIN FER STEPH!. grr. totally scared tha shit outta mie luhs. almost gt hit by a car. anwys, tha mac guy gave both of us LOADSA balloooons!. WOOOOOO!. he's a niceeyy. [[: ooh, we head`d t get glitter pens and bouncy balls and settl`d at steph's house t deco tha stuffs w kevin's phone as our radioooo. ahhhs. i swearr i was damn tir`d pls!. so al of us fell aslp on tha playgrnd. HAHAHA. WE WERE BEIN' STAR`D AT BY EVERY SANE PERSON THERE LUHS!. lollll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;met upp w mr alan and we head`d t tha movies. I WENT T ORCHARD! [[: &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mihevoli_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantebelieveimgonn'wearaskirttseehimtmr.......-desperadolookk.=//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we grow t sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111678030137108352?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111678030137108352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111678030137108352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111678030137108352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111678030137108352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/wegrowtsin.html' title='we.grow.t.sin.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111660130140912500</id><published>2005-05-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:04:53.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.&lt;3.him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he went al tha way t tm after school jush t get starbucks fer mie cush i kept complainin' i was sufferin' frm starbucks withdrawal syndromes. and cush he knew i was in a pretty crap mood frm lit and econs test. he rawks. i swear he rawks. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally al mie tests have end`d. finally im feelin' light.&lt;br /&gt;and i gt t see tha laselle fashion show booklet. LASELLE RAWKS PLS!. [[: really. fashion designin' rawkss too pls!. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he is tha ultimate one. [[: cook`d fer mie lunch tdy. thou it wasnt some huge major great nice lunch, i swear i cld taste tha sincerity and love plac`d in tha noodles. it was tha most delicious lunch ive tast`d tha whole of this yr. [[: thank yu. and he's super sweet!. tha last piece of fish finger thingy and he want`d t give mie but kept tellin' him t have it since i finish`d mie noodles. but what made him mie ultimate one and only is that he halv`d tha piece so we cld both have a share. i totally &lt;3 him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;trng is rlly tirin'. grr. perserverance, determination and endurancee. I LL MAKE IT THRU THIS!. [[: wooooooo. i loveeee al tha yr1 boatie gurllmatess!. you babess rawkkk!. sexxyysss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i want`d t tell him what i msg`d him tdy after trng. but i guess; i dunno. tha timin' jush happen`d t pass. so i msg`d him. [[: im happy. i really am. thank YU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;celebrat`d luc's burfdaeee tdy aft meetin' in churchh. [[: hopes he does well in his Os. cante wait fer RCIY t start agn pls!. so funn!. and ill be able t make it t tha first session of RCIY!. FINALLY.. i loveeee you peepss tons of chocolatelickin'strawberriess. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-hopes they go m'sia. hopehopehope. =/ im not sure anymore if i wanna stay here by mieselff. there s tha weird indian guy!. i swearr i dnte wanna stay home aloneee!. ...... -poutss. and hope mr nicey ll be stayin' w mie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;anwys, i msg`d eu* ytd and tdy; and eu* stiu amaze mie; tha tears eu* manage t get out frm mie; tha feelin's eu* stiu cleanly perservere. i tri`d t ferget eu*. i swear i did try. but eu*re stiu puttin' out strongly. tell mie hw t stop thinkin' of eu*. please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i love this song. its for YU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHITNEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dame un beso para siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ENRIQUE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Over and over I look in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are all I desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You have captured me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to be close to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I never want to let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHITNEY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish that this night would never end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I need to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHORUS (together): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I hold you for a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I look into your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I have this night to share this night together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I hold you close beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I hold you for all time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I, could I, could I have this kiss forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHITNEY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Over and over I've dreamed of this night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now you´re here by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are next to me (You are next to me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to hold you and touch you and taste you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And make you want no one but me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish that this kiss could never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh baby please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHORUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I hold you for a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I look into your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I have this night to share this night together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un beso para siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Enrique), Para siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Whitney) Could I hold you close beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I hold you for all time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I, could I, could I have this kiss forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BRIDGE(together) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don´t want any night to go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Without you by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just want all my days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spent being next to you Lived for just loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And baby, oh by the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHORUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sólo, sólo un beso, un beso para siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Enrique) Para siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Whitney) Dame un beso para siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Enrique) Para siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Whitney) Could I have this kiss forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Could I have this kiss forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111660130140912500?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111660130140912500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111660130140912500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111660130140912500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111660130140912500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/i3him.html' title='i.&lt;3.him.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111643126901154362</id><published>2005-05-18T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:47:49.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>; lost .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I found myself today&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found myself and ran away&lt;br /&gt;But something pulled me back&lt;br /&gt;Voice of reason, I forgot I had&lt;br /&gt;All I know, is you're not here to say&lt;br /&gt;What you always used to say&lt;br /&gt;But it’s written in the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So I won’t give up&lt;br /&gt;No, I won’t break down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than it seems, life turns around&lt;br /&gt;And I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I’m standing in the dark, I’ll still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I’ve seen that ray of light&lt;br /&gt;And it’s shining on my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Shining all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To follow everywhere it’s taking me&lt;br /&gt;All I know is&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is gone&lt;br /&gt;And right now I belong&lt;br /&gt;To this moment, to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It doesn’t matter what people say&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn’t matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll fly high&lt;br /&gt;And it only matters how true you are&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yeps, euve* finally found eur* special somone and i wish eu* al tha best. [[: lurhfves, friend.&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/7752525-111643126901154362?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111643126901154362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111643126901154362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111643126901154362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111643126901154362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost.html' title='; lost .'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111630071978892092</id><published>2005-05-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:31:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eull.always.be.in.mie.mind.</title><content type='html'>i told yu i wldnt be goin' t sch tdy. yesh. daddy agreed t nt let mie t sch aft i had another case of fever late at night plus a bad case of stomach cramps this morn. yupp. his jacket was in tha washin' so i slpt w mie billabong jacket. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i forgot hw cosy it felt inside. tossin' and turnin' but once i put it on, i fell aslp. i forgot tha love plac`d inside tha jacket when it was given t mie. i forgot tha warmth it brought t mie heart. i forgot tha tears shed on it when tha pain was too much t bear. i forgot tha laughter when i first receiv`d tha jacket. i forgot tha smiles it brought whenever i fell aslp in it. al i rmb`d was tha hurt i felt when i left tha jacket in one corner nt touchin' it agn aft [eu*] left. i dnte know whyie its easier rmb tha meanies than tha niceys. anwys, i guess that chapter's clos`d. aft so long. i think of [eu*]; i do. but i guess it'll die off one day. happy for eu* huhs. well, there [eu*] have it. ill acheive [eur*] aim for [eu*]. one day. someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pls forgive mie; i know nt what t do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dnte deny mie; this pain im goin' thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pls forgive mie; if i need [eu*] like i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;believe mie; every word i say is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;[eu*] will always be in mie prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111630071978892092?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111630071978892092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111630071978892092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111630071978892092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111630071978892092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/eullalwaysbeinmiemind.html' title='eull.always.be.in.mie.mind.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111625430539300404</id><published>2005-05-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:42:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.l.yu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i guess i uds now -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mie heart wonte break ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it wasnt even whole t start with . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i watch`d yu fall ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i heard yu cry every night in yur slp .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i was so blind then ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yu shld have known better than t yearn for mie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i nvr saw yur pain ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but now i'm cryin' in tha middle of tha night ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for knowin' i had caus`d yu pain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because of yu , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i nvr stray too far frm tha sidewalks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because of yu , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im now on tha safe side -- unharm`d .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because of yu ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i try mie hardest t forget everythin' . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because of yu , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im asham`d of mie empty life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;because of yu , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i am afraid --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of yu lettin' go ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cause yu made mie heart whole . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;silly thing, just us two standin' in tha middle of tha road. but i was afraid t cross over t yur side where it was safe, where yu were standin', shoutin' t mie t cross over, so yu cld hold mie hand, take care of mie. so yu took tha first step, and walk`d over; holdin' mie hand, yu pull`d mie twards yu. and yu drew mie into yur arms. i felt security, protection, love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yu made mie heart whole agn ` _________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111625430539300404?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111625430539300404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111625430539300404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111625430539300404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111625430539300404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/ilyu.html' title='i.l.yu.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111616623299601773</id><published>2005-05-15T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T07:10:32.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.swear.im.sickk.</title><content type='html'>im sick. yesh. fever plus headache plus an evill sunburn. and im getting black soon. as black as mr alan pls!. poutt. i dnte wanna be blackk. and i dnte wanna be sick. but i am. and tha stupid panadol doenst help one bit!. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 05A06, tell mie im great. im acty goin' t school tmr cush of yu guys sea carnival. yes. so let me know im great pls. i need some laughter at times of sicknesss. im sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mie offday is on tues. i swear ill see tha doc, get an mc and stay at home. hmms. i hope he'll bring mie t tha doc thou. dnte wanna go alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im forbidden t come home alone at night anymore. daddy says theres this crazy mad indian guy out there. fuckkkk. IM NOT GOIN' T STAY HOME ALONE IF THEY AL GO T KL PLS!. dnte wan dnte wannnnnn. i hope that mie speciall someone's gonna come stay over. [[: [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i owe mr alan an apology pls. im sorry mr alan!. for bein' quitee crappy, but i was sick. and im sorry mr alan. again. fer a reason which yull only know if yu read thastuffsinyourcomunderyourfilename.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 mie pple. im sick. and i need &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111616623299601773?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111616623299601773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111616623299601773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111616623299601773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111616623299601773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/iswearimsickk.html' title='i.swear.im.sickk.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111608531707085422</id><published>2005-05-14T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T08:45:33.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its.yu.</title><content type='html'>okae. i owe pple burfdae wishes. so here goessss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELAT`D BURFDAE CHRISTINA!&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;yesh, i lurhfveee you gurlll!. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELAT`D BURFDAE WESLEY!&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;hopes you get your dream gurll. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BURFDAE DESMOND!&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;wooooooo. im not latee!. -beamssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiights. there. im happy. [[: hahhahas. realis`d that as you grow older, your money gets lesser because you know more people and thus you have t buy more pressies for more pple. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyss. its a sat tdy. which means its mie studee day. and guess what!. I POST`D MY FIRST REPLY T MS LAM'S FORUM!. okae pple. clap all you want. [[[[[[[: -bowsss. ahhahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went t starbucks w him t study tdy. its cold i swearr. brr. but i had some nice cold chocalate coffee thinggee. hmmms, i have no idea what it is. and i had nice nasi lemak in tha morn for breakfastt!. he brought me there.... he was late too!. grrr. hahahhas. [[: ooh. head`d t his place t watch mie ytd's 9pm showw. SADD ENDING LUHS PLS!. and its SO FAKE PLS!. everyone die here die there. sadist freak director! . POUTPOUTPOUT. ooh. i was slpy. i was super slpy. hhahahs. so i was slping in the bus on the way t his house. and so was he. ahhahas. i swear i bet others thought we were two cutiess. hahahahs. damn dumb luhs pls!. every stop we'd open our eyes blur blur, shift up onto our seats, look at each other then go back t slp. hahahhas. funny pple. hahahs. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i swear i have no idea why i cri`d tdy. yu ask but i rlly dunno hw t answer. i dunno it mieselff. ponderss. i just. felt. hmmms. alot of things suddenly. too much? dunnos. -leavingstuffsinyurcomputerunderyurfilename- it was empty till yu came t fill it up. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all i know was that when he saw mie tears, he just kept quiet, pulled mie close, and held mie tight for a very long tyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111608531707085422?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111608531707085422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111608531707085422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111608531707085422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111608531707085422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/itsyu.html' title='its.yu.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111582661914488308</id><published>2005-05-11T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:52:06.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.donte.know.who.i.am</title><content type='html'>i try. i swear i try. but you keep getting t mie. i hate you. yes, i HATE you. you keep overpowerin' mie thoughts, floodin' mie mind, drowin' mie soul. what do you want from mie!. im screamin' silently, why can't you hear mie. pls save mie frm her. pls someone, pls do. i cante keep livin' this wayy; its gettin' t mie day by day. when she goes away, i swear i hope she nvr comes backk. i hope i pray i do all i can. but she's there. she's everywhere i go. laughin', mockin' at mie in a corner, then she comes out when im alone and taunts mie; i can only hear her voice. see her smirks, feel her touchh. her red bloddy cutss. im strugglin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am taking you over to the dark side&lt;br /&gt;Rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'd like you to meet&lt;br /&gt;The other side of me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta getcha, gotta getcha, gotta getcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When it's time to rock&lt;br /&gt;She's a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;Gotta getcha, gotta getcha, gotta getcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I got you, I got you&lt;br /&gt;And now she's got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She drowns me out&lt;br /&gt;When I shout&lt;br /&gt;I'm so overpowered&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;From the opposite side&lt;br /&gt;When she takes me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Flip the switch&lt;br /&gt;Makes me split into insanity&lt;br /&gt;Gotta getcha, gotta getcha, gotta getcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Out of control&lt;br /&gt;Shocking like electricity&lt;br /&gt;Gotta getcha, gotta getcha, gotta getcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I got you, I got you&lt;br /&gt;And now she's got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She drowns me out&lt;br /&gt;When I shout&lt;br /&gt;I'm so overpowered&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;From the opposite side&lt;br /&gt;When she takes me over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seein' her fall. lookin' at her ownn fate suddenly disappearin' frm her. i jush stand at one corner and look. no, i dnte do anythin' t her. mind gamess. i dnte even touch her!. she's listenin' t mie. mie words are temptin', seducin'. actions are perfectt. and she's not gonna escape frm em'. alone. no matter who keeps tellin' her she's not. she'll always be alone. she's a weaklin'. and she'll nvr be able t resist mie. yesh, im irresistablee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;832770325546403696043703223; 366092662053370344484640927094840697353.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111582661914488308?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111582661914488308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111582661914488308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111582661914488308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111582661914488308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/idonteknowwhoiam.html' title='i.donte.know.who.i.am'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111573270841325006</id><published>2005-05-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T06:45:08.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;went t alan's house tdy t visit himm. he din go t school tdy cush he's SICK. lolll. i told dadde and he was like " huh!. so beeg size also can be sick uhs!. " LOL!. seriously dad... hahahahs. anwys, yeaa. i had an AWESOME tyme being narcissist!. i kept takin' pics of miself mieslef and mieself. okae. A FEW PICS OF HIM. jush a FEW. hahhahas. [[: yayy!. i lurhfveee takin' pics of mieself. yesh, im a self-proclaim`d narcissist and im not asham`d t admit that. hahahas. [[: thanks alann fer yur cameraa! arwws. acty yu shld be thankin' mie, it aint so bland now that its fill`d w mie pictures. ohh, DONTE be distract`d by em thou. hahhahas. -winkksss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. im sorry t mie bestie*______! i din mean t miss yur call! i rlly din knoww. sorry. and i hope yu cheer up! anythin can come find mie! muahhhs. &lt;3 yu!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hey, this is for YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can call him mine&lt;br /&gt;It was only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;Before I got tired of your ways&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you fire,&lt;br /&gt;But you were only ice&lt;br /&gt;And you didn’t seem to wanna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;So then I looked at someone new&lt;br /&gt;And he was looking back at me too&lt;br /&gt;Saw that I was hurt&lt;br /&gt;Knew just what to say&lt;br /&gt;Knew just how to push the pain away&lt;br /&gt;You know I need stability&lt;br /&gt;And you know you can’t give it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;My sun may never rise the way it did with you,&lt;br /&gt;And he may never kiss me the way that you’d do&lt;br /&gt;But at least he makes me feel like a part of his life&lt;br /&gt;At least he doesn’t make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I know I can call him mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Though when I call him on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I never feel butterflies&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can trust&lt;br /&gt;He’ll always give me love&lt;br /&gt;And I know mine will grow for him in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He tells me that I’m beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[And I never ever heard that from you]&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t cause me pain&lt;br /&gt;Tears falling like the rain&lt;br /&gt;And though I’m still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You know I need stability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It wasn’t easy letting go [but I know that I had to think of the long run and say goodbye]&lt;br /&gt;And find someone who appreciates me even though even though…..&lt;br /&gt;My sun may never rise the way it did with you&lt;br /&gt;And he may never ever kiss me the way that you’d do, that you’d do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can call him mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"when there is sugar, there are ants. when there are mirrors, there is melissa." yeps, i stiu rmb eu* said that. i wonder hw eure* doin'. hopes things are fine over there. yupps. takkairs always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and t jos -- i really cante believe i said id ask fer permission if i want`d t drink. loll. and i dnte smoke!. i swearrr. im a good girll. loll. takkairs uh bro. and msg o'er once in awhile; lemme know yure stiu livin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111573270841325006?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111573270841325006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111573270841325006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111573270841325006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111573270841325006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='[[:'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111564596580092785</id><published>2005-05-09T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T06:39:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>takkairss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alan, i hope yu get well soon. [[: had funn w tha shoppin and tha dinner. pls takkairs of yurselff. -hugss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111564596580092785?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111564596580092785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111564596580092785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111564596580092785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111564596580092785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/takkairss.html' title='takkairss.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111546590833659958</id><published>2005-05-07T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T04:43:25.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confus`d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YESTERDAY -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BURFDAE EUGENE! . [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day. 05A06 , yu gurlls rawk. [[: we ran our 12by100. din win thoughh. but it was a good race. help`d t bring us closer tgt. -hugss yu gurlls!. was in a quiet mood thou, and i went t find mie bestie*______, who end`d up bringin' mie t tha piano and playinn' his newly compos`d piece. [[: SUPER NICE PLS!. hahahhas. he rawkkkks. ayyes. i alwayss melt in mie emtionss whenever he starts playinn' tha piano. and it really cheer`d mie up loadss. thanks bro!. muahs. SOMEONE kindaa piss`d mie off in tha morn. keep thingss t himselff. lying. i was angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, went t airport w THAT SOMEONE for lunch at poppyee. guess i din noe hw t tell him i was piss`d. but thingss gt better i guess. = ahhs.  coleslaw there rawks pls!. totally. and i was super full and cold pls!. brr.... while going home we saw a lil gurll bout 4 on tha train!. super cute pls!. ahhhs. can fall in lurhfve w her. hahahhas. reminds mie of mie mischievous childhood days. hahahs. tha funnies thing was she kept lookin' over at him!. hahahas. then cover her face w her two lil' hands. hahahas. super adorable pls!. din know he cld attract lil' gurlls too. hahha. heart throb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back t school fer song fest. super nice pls!. [[: saw mie class babes!. woahh. HOT STUFF PLS!. totally pweetiee gurlss. -beamss. hahas. and he went w mie too. hahahs. funny. -grinss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makan`d w him aft that at swensens. [[: yummy!. COIT TOWER RAWKS PLS!. ahahah. and seein' him cut his fish and chips; drink his soup. hahahhas. super gentle pls!. lollll!. damn funny!. imagine seein' a punk do smth like that. hahahhas. [[: he's tha first guy i know w table manners. [[: head`d t tha beachh. jush lay on tha grass lookin at tha stars and chill`d. loll. and i manag`d t fall aslp pls!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;want`d t open up t him; tell him alot of things bout hw i was feelin' and al. but smthing draw`d mie back frm doin' so. dnte uds whyie im nt lashin' out stuff i ought to, or feelins completely new t mie. i wanna talk t him. bt i know if i start, go on and on and on; he'll stiu keep quiet. says dusnt know hw t express himself? i know i cant be w someone like that. bad experience. donte wanna hav t go thru it agn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i gave up. but aft hw tha diff emotions play`d mie this aftnoon. im left &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;d`sufnoc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ytd nights, i thot it was e end of a beautiful story; so i left tha one i lov`d at home t be alone. i know better now; and ive had a change of heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111546590833659958?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111546590833659958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111546590833659958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111546590833659958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111546590833659958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/confusd.html' title='confus`d.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111530440391676311</id><published>2005-05-05T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:45:24.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.izzah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BURFDAE GORDON!. [[:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hopes yur dreamms all come truee. hugss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT OUT W IZZAH TDY!. [[: i lovee mie babyy!. muahh gurll!. ahhs, we spent ages at T.A.B. and din buy anythinn. guess we kindaa piss`d tha sales gurll. and we walk`d t tm t cs t tm t cs again and again. loll. and i gt mieselff eyelashh curlerr w mascaraa!. wooohooooo!. mel felt rich tdy yu see. ahhhs. richly in love w izzahh! ahhahhas. and mel was bein' a nice lil gurlll tdy. she went all tha way aft school t tampines sports hall t pass her big bro his ARTS fac tee so he wldnt have t change tee tmr. ahhhhhs. anwys, he's gt some frenzyy w pinchinn' mie cheeks these few dayss. but overall he's stiu a niceyy.. thanks bro. -hugsss. dnte worry too muchh bout ur matchh. ive gt confidence in yu!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyY! i cante wait fer tmr!. gonna head t izzah's house b4 songfest starts t dress up!. izzahh rawkss!. yehh. we were walkinn' nonstop luhs!. till i had t head t churchh. ahhhhs. she's suchh a darlinkk. totally in love w her!. muamuamua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw rachel in church! surprise surprise!. we go t tha same churchh!. cooooool. she's looks so diff w her hair pinn`d up mann. so guaii. cldnt recognise her at first.... -pondersss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mie eyess are stiu hurtinn. whyie do they keep hurtinn'. ]]: pls mr eyes, pls dnte hurt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there's so much more t be written here. i jushh dnte feel like revealinn' anythinn' right now. désolé il a semblé je vous ai joué. im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i see you there,&lt;br /&gt;n i  smile with sadness,&lt;br /&gt;den I cry for my smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel my heart tear apart,&lt;br /&gt;n I laugh with pain,&lt;br /&gt;but I scream at my laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;da tears burn my face,&lt;br /&gt;so I hide from myself,&lt;br /&gt;reminding me Im there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my wounds glare at me,&lt;br /&gt;scaring me blind,&lt;br /&gt;so I hide them with more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;da blood freezes hard,&lt;br /&gt;staining my soul,&lt;br /&gt;so I cant escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this confuses me,&lt;br /&gt;the mixture of muddles,&lt;br /&gt;which they call my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;flirting, loving, hurting,&lt;br /&gt;flying dropping crying,&lt;br /&gt;smiling, living, dying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wake from my dream,&lt;br /&gt;i live for my life,&lt;br /&gt;but die from living.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111530440391676311?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111530440391676311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111530440391676311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111530440391676311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111530440391676311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/loveizzah.html' title='love.izzah.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111522080021958419</id><published>2005-05-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:33:20.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM HUNGRY..... grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUSH WOKE UP. been slpin since 9. and im miss`d mie chinese show!. poutpoutpout. was jush tir`d. and guess what!. i slept in mie room w mie aircon on!. [[: and i was sooo tir`d, i jush slept on mie bed, which as usualll was in a mess. i CANNOT believee i cld find space to slp on!. [[: [[: mel rawkksssss. wooohoooooo! anwys, tha air con was 17 fan 3. and yesh. i was super shiverin' pls!. in tha end woke up half way t use tha blue billabongg jackett as a blankiee!. but it was stiu coldd. so i took mie lil' childhood blankiee t usee!. [[: [[: ahhhhs. i miss mie blankieeeee. hahhahas. but im a happy gurll  noww. cush i had nice stuff t accompanyy to slp!. yayyyy!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUT SOMEONE HAD T CALL AND WAKE MIE UP AGN!. ...... but its aiights. it was a nicey. not a meanie. [[: and i woke up w 2 unread msgs frm a niceyy too!. [[: [[: yayyyaayyyyayyyyy!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhs. IZZAH FORGOT T GIVE MIE BACK MIE PW STUFF! . grrrr. poutpoutpout. now ill have t impromptu some crapp up.... ......... ]]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND ROW GT NICEE ORANGE AASICS SHORTS! I NEED T GO T PS FER THA AASICS CLEARANCE SALE PLS!. MSG MIE ANYONE WHO WANTS  HEAD DOWN W MIE!. [[: muamuamua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been thinkinn', maybe i shld go back t GPS on fri aft sports day. does any nicey wanna head backk w mie? [[: [[: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyss, ive jush realis`d that i strain`d mie thigh muscless agn. so ARTS SIXERSS ... im sooo sorry pls!. jushh hopee by fri it'll be aiights. [[: then we can runn our 12X100m. and i din aggravate tha pain!. i swearr i din. see ya'll sch tomorrowww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thot aft givin' him tha postyss this morn, that after readin' em things wld all change. i wrote all bout hw i truly felt. and it somehw made mie feel vulnerable. like i was tellin' him exactly hw i felt. and so he cld do anythinn' he want`d. but he prov`d mie wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just heard the news today&lt;br /&gt;It seems my life is gonna to change&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, begin to pray&lt;br /&gt;Then tears of joy stream down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know if I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;To be the [girl] I have to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a breath, I'll take [him] by my side&lt;br /&gt;We stand in awe, we've created life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Now everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you love&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one wish&lt;br /&gt;Only one demand&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's not like me&lt;br /&gt;I hope he understands&lt;br /&gt;That he can take this life&lt;br /&gt;And hold it by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And he can greet the world&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Under the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Now everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you love&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you everything oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;wide open&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111522080021958419?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111522080021958419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111522080021958419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111522080021958419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111522080021958419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111513616355842619</id><published>2005-05-04T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T09:02:43.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss.</title><content type='html'>there!. im in a crankyy mood. DONTE ASK WHYIE. mie eyes hurt pls!. they've been hurtin' since this mornin'. and whether or not i cried ytd donte matter at all!. -POUT. i mean it. -snarlss. so donte keep askin'!. RAHHHHHS!. yesh. and im realisin' that mie eye bags are bad. as in B-A-D. -sulkss. not nice not nice!!. plus mie bad hair day tdy!. i bet pple on tha train thot i was some fuckinn' silly mad lil' gurll. hahhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SAT W HIM THIS MORNING ON THA BUS!. woooooohooooo!. [[: suchaa cute dudee. hahahahs. yesh, and only YU will know who im talkinn' abt. IT WASNT ON PURPOSE PLS!. i was jush tryinn' t get some air conn. -beammss!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whats wrong w pple these days!. -roarsss. cante they read mie deahh friendster profile!. i wrote t add mie! NOT t msg mie t add em!. SIMPLE CLEAR CUT ENGLISH!. seriousllY!. pple these dayys... -shakes head and smirkss. faggorts w great excusess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i feel like drinking starbucks now. ..... [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh!. and i fast`d tdy. so yesh, mell` was runnin' a shitty 400m intervalss. arhsss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ALAN JUSH WROTE MIE ONE TESTIMONIAL!. woooo.... hahhahas. thanks fer bein' mr niceyy fer tdy!. [[: what cann i sayy. im jush a nice person w nice friends like him!. -beamss. AND HURRY FIND A DAY T TAKE OUR HOTT PIC!. [[: and i wanna go get mie piercinn' done luhs!. poutpoutpout. whyiie am i waitinnnn.... lalala. mr alan shld be happy tdy that i treat`d him to kaya waffle and orea ice shakee. [[: but he shar`d his honeydew sago w mie!. hahahs. and it turn`d outta be not a bad dessert. ayyes. alann shld call mie noww. alan shld call mie noww.. CALLL CALLL CALLLL!. okae thatts it. yu're nt callin'. hmprhhms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.... okae. i shall be nice tdy, since he's so nice to mie. i shall call him. [[: yesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, like i said. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im tha greatest!.&lt;/span&gt; woohooooo!. there. PROOF. CLEAR CUT PROOF. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;※°ăℌŷŞś°※×+·.·´¯`·&lt;»Kïþ H¤€«&gt;·´¯`·.·+. Hey OG15 let plan the may bash party.let party oh and ppl start preparing my bdae list yea says:&lt;br /&gt;hehz mel ur the greeeeeeeeeeeeeeattessssssst hahahz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doesn't it ever stay&lt;br /&gt;Must it always fade away&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't love ever be&lt;br /&gt;Something tangible and real&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, fairweather friend&lt;br /&gt;Abandonment returns to taunt me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Linger and mean the words you said&lt;br /&gt;Foolishly I romanticized&lt;br /&gt;Someone was saving my life&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I only wanted you to be there when I&lt;br /&gt;Opened up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in your masquerade&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd stayed beneath my veil&lt;br /&gt;But it just seemed so easy to&lt;br /&gt;Open up myself to you&lt;br /&gt;Once more into the wind&lt;br /&gt;The embers scatter&lt;br /&gt;And the chill settles in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/7752525-111513616355842619?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111513616355842619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111513616355842619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111513616355842619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111513616355842619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/bliss.html' title='bliss.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111504179209112904</id><published>2005-05-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T06:49:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk.to.mie.</title><content type='html'>i went t tha airport t studyy w him tdy. surprise surprise! we both manag`d t get stuff done. [[: so i guess its aiights t study w him agn. hahahas. bt he keeps fallin' aslp!. gr... so tir`d stiu went t drink ytd nights. guyss. ... and we kept buyin poppyeee. hmpms. they ran outta coleslaw!. POUTPOUTPOUT!. and we saw quite a number of pple he recognis`d. smth i donte uds is hw he dusnt mind lettin' others see us tgt. we aren't even tgt. and he shld be w someone his type. yea, he shld. smtymes i wish i cld read his mindd. whats he thinkin of? i wish he'd start bloggin' agn. then at least i'd know whats going on. i dnte know whyie i jush keep wishinn' he'd lemme go. ive had funn tymes w him. its sadd he's t be tha one who comes aft al tha shit and tha crap thats happen`d. i believe. but i dnte trust what i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tell mie what youre feeling right now. tell mie what youre thinking of. tell mie what you want mie to know. tell mie what you think i shld know. tell mie all of what i should know. tell mie all about you. tell mie all about mie. tell mie stuff. pls tell mie stuff. dnte keep anything from mie. whyie re yu bein so discreet? whyie wonte you admit things that are true? pls dnte hide anything. pls tell mie. TALK TO MIE. ... yu have t talk to mie. yu have t be clear w mie. yu have to. if yu cante then dnte even start half way and end it suddenly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yu love mie but yu dnte know who i am so let mie go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one more kiss could be the best thing&lt;br /&gt;one more lie could be the worst&lt;br /&gt;and all these thoughts are never resting&lt;br /&gt;and you're not something i deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in my head there's only you now&lt;br /&gt;this world falls on me&lt;br /&gt;in this world, there's real and make believe&lt;br /&gt;this seems real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you love me, but you dont know who i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn between this life i lead&lt;br /&gt;and where i stand&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you don't know who i am&lt;br /&gt;so let me go&lt;br /&gt;let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dream we head to what i hope for&lt;br /&gt;and i turn my back on loving you&lt;br /&gt;how could this love be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;when i know what i'm going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in my head there's only you now&lt;br /&gt;this world falls on me&lt;br /&gt;in this world, there's real and make believe&lt;br /&gt;this seems real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you love me, but you dont know who i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn between this life i lead&lt;br /&gt;and where i stand&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you dont know who i am&lt;br /&gt;so let me go, just let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;i cant escape these things inside&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know&lt;br /&gt;but all the pieces fall apart&lt;br /&gt;you will be the only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you love me, but you dont know who i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn between this life i lead&lt;br /&gt;and where i stand,&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you don't know who i am&lt;br /&gt;so let me go&lt;br /&gt;just let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you love me, but you dont&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you dont&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you dont know who i am&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you dont&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you dont&lt;br /&gt;you love me, but you dont know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111504179209112904?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111504179209112904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111504179209112904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111504179209112904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111504179209112904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/talktomie.html' title='talk.to.mie.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111496211662444755</id><published>2005-05-01T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T08:41:56.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mie.first.puff.</title><content type='html'>i had mie first puff tdy. those of yu who know wut i mean; will know what i mean. and those of yu who think yu know what i mean; well hey, think agn. yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he rawks. beeg tyme. esp jush noww. nvr fails t amaze mie hw he has fuggin' alot of tyme. to keep sayin' he's hot. to keep mie company and his friends. at tha same tyme. a guy w totally alot of tyme sia. and he's at tha beach noww drinkinn' away w his friends. tell mie bout it pls!. totally J E A L O U S!. beeg tyme. grr. ayyes. yu total bully!. whole day blaminn mie fer his stupiddityy and lameness. -rolls eyes!. anwys, wudevar that happen`d jush now will only be fer tdy!. i tell eu i was high!. .... i swear!. gr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and i made up w jos!. [[: i am a happy gurll. and i am happy fer yu. we've both mov`d on w lyfe. and we're now both happy pple!. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY PPLE RAWK PLS!. &lt;/span&gt;-beamss.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i lurfhvee mie cousin ling!. yesh babe. i love yu!. muamuamua. and ill listen t eur advice. promise!. shushh bout anythin i know eu know and only both of us luhs. hugss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super burnt tdy!. was rowin since 10. hot chic in townn luhs!. in kallang basin too!. loll!. anwys shall have t start studyinn' tmr agnn!. cante wait fer song fest. loll. friday is sports day too!. double hysterical laughter. WAY TO GO 05A06!. [[: woohoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if ever there is one thing i learnt; its that some conflicts btw two associations can nvr ever be resolv`d. someone shld have told mie that at tha start of tha yr. then i'd have NVR said yes t YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111496211662444755?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111496211662444755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111496211662444755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111496211662444755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111496211662444755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/05/miefirstpuff.html' title='mie.first.puff.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111485264178934326</id><published>2005-04-30T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T02:17:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy i was wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW SOMEONE, PLS TELL MIE WHYIE I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST IN READING YOUR EMAIL. MAYBE CAUSE I ALREADY KNEW WHAT THE CONTENT WOULD BE? I DON'T KNOW. I OPENED IT UP AND I IMMEDIATELY CLOSED IT. AS MUCH AS YOU DON'T CARE. WELL LOOK HERE, NEITHER DO I. SO PLS, DON'T BOTHER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND HERE'S ANOTHER SMTH. THERE WAS NO ANGEL. THERE IS NO ANGEL. AND THERE WILL NEVER EVER BE ANOTHER ANGEL. I'LL LET YOU KNOW THIS FIRST. SO YOU WON'T EVER WASTE YOUR TIME AGAIN WAITING FOR THAT ANGEL. AND IM SORRY IF I WAST`D YOUR TIME. WHATS WORSE, IS THAT THA BOY KEPT THINKING HE WAS LOOKING AFTER THE ANGEL. BUT GUESS WHAT. HE LEFT THE ANGEL ALONE. THATS WHY SHE FLED, AND GOT HIT. AND NOW SHE'S SOMEWHERE IN HEAVEN. AND THA BOY? I WONDER HOW HIS LIFE HIS RIGHT NOW. FORGET IT BOY. IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&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/7752525-111485264178934326?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111485264178934326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111485264178934326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111485264178934326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111485264178934326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/boy-i-was-wrong.html' title='boy i was wrong.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111478643132257644</id><published>2005-04-29T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:53:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>__o__n' //</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BURFDAE TERRY-BOY! [[:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there. he shld be happy now. [[: hopes all his wishess come true. and he finally finds THA GURL. hahhaas. [[: and hope he wakes upp frm bein' superrrrr flirtyy!. -squrim`d up facee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right. done w tha happy stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had a bad day today. yups. someone was tellin' mie smth bout &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. there's no more us. bt there was that someone who was askin' mie bout &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. i thot id let things go off ages ago. i said id forget &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. id said even forgettin' tha memories. but yea. what that someone said was buggin' mie tha whole day. and i really cldnt get stuff straight durin math test. and i was tearin' in tha toilet. yeh. mel's a beeg dummie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but smhw i was thinkin' of &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. tha extremely silly expression on &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; face when &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; sings and pretends to strum tha guitar; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; beeg major ego; tha way &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; smiles; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; laughter; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; voice; tha way &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; acts shy. and yeh, there's stiu loads more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i try. i swear i do. everytyme we're both in tha room, and tha feelings start gettin' overwhelmin'. id jush leave tha room regardless of hw badly id rather stay in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was it mie? did i let &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; go? did i make &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; go? ... yea. i do miss &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; at times. hwd it al end... mie heart. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; play`d w it til it broke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yes. mie math test was a beeg drape. i think im dead`d. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its super hot these few days pls!. -pouts. pouts. pouts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i had a talk w dwi. talk. sounds oh so nice. i argue`d w him. i guess that's tha end of things. yup. i doubt ill ever meet him anytyme soon. call mie whatever names he would say. place all of em on his nick. donte care bout mie? well sure. whatever. anything. when did he ever care anyways? he jush left like that. jush tellin mie right in tha early mornings that he had to leave. woah. and i cldnt do no shit bout anything. yes. whatever. and when i took an interest in another somone all he wld do was name mie tha bad points. well thank you. appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but hey, like you said. it's mie life. and i write mie story. you tell mie bout tha sandal story. well guess what. i think you shld apply it to yourself first. talkin bout your clubbin trips? how cool. go ahead. i shldn have thot anythin of that. i was wrong. and you know what? you fell in love w tha 6 yr old girl. not w this 17 yr old gurl. you're livin in tha past. move on. she's all grown up now. and youll nvr love her agn. she's not 6 anymore. it's tyme you mov`d on too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tha night you told mie you wldnt care. i block`d. and i delet`d you off mie contact list. yu din wanna care right? ill let it be easy for you by doin' tha exact as what you're doing. well hey! guess what? tha next day, our friendship band was dropp`d off mie ankle. yea. i was stiu wearin it. till that day. it disappear`d. it was gone. and when i realis`d it. i was frantic. at first. but i guess it dusnt really matter anymore. i donte care too. jush takkair of yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im glad that despite all tha crap; i stiu gotta friend in you. jush that you were a meanie tdy pls!. you tried __o__n'. and i didnt. and you said we'd try __o__n' at tha same tyme!. -poutpoutpout. you owe mie!. meanie meanie meanie. and i din give yu yur posty tdy. so i was a meanie too. but yur meaness was far worse than mine!. -poutpoutpout. lemme try __o__n' too k? plsplsplsplspls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MEL NEEDS A BEER PLS!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111478643132257644?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111478643132257644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111478643132257644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111478643132257644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111478643132257644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/on.html' title='__o__n&apos; //'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111452911498638584</id><published>2005-04-26T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T08:25:14.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yea. sure. donte care bout mie. go ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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:180%;"&gt;IM CONFUSED PLS!. REALLY REALLY CONFUSED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ling, pls takkair of yourself. mann. i cante do anythin to help cush you donte wanna say anything. fuck. youre jush like mie luhs. i miss you luhs. and i cante even care for you thou i want to. desperately. pls be okaee. pls smile. -hugss. babyy, jush call mie if you need anythingg. pls pls takkair... i love you cousinnn. ]]:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe im jush a cheap slut to you . i donte know . i only know eur actions are so . crude. respect mie .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111452911498638584?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111452911498638584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111452911498638584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111452911498638584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111452911498638584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111443853768907439</id><published>2005-04-25T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:15:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>]]:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i see you almost everyday. but tdy happen`d to be tha day when al tha feelings rush`d back. i stiu think of YOU. i do. i stiu miss YOU. i do. yeah. its tha guy i gave mr ballie baldie to. i miss YOU. &lt;/span&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;Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't breathe, no I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I’m barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told you everything, opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright, for once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now all that’s left of me is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t breathe, no I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;I’m barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Swallow me, then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you, it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t cry on the outside anymore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i din mean to do ___. it jush happen`d. really. wuta fuckin` liar. let go let go let go... you dnte know mie. let mie go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;DWI IM SAD PLS!. IM REALLY REALLY SAD.&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/7752525-111443853768907439?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111443853768907439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111443853768907439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111443853768907439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111443853768907439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_25.html' title=']]:'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111413559732296093</id><published>2005-04-22T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:06:37.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoooppiee`____________</title><content type='html'>guess where i am now!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALAN'S HOUSE PLS!. WHOOOOPIEE!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while tha rest of mie dearrr classmates are in school w chinese. hahahahhas. YAYYY!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, report :  alan and morgan are both playin PS. -poutss. so they are leaving mie alone. cush soccer is sooooooooooooo BORING!. -sulkss. ahhhs. and im supposed to be doing mie GP. hmmms, soon...  soon... and there's DANCE FEST TONIGHT.................................... ahhhhss. i cante waitt. hahahhahas. i dunno whyiee. its funn!. but choir is mean!. they donte let mie bestiee*___ outta choir and go fer dance fest. -RAHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt; smtymess, i do miss you. alot. i keep thinking of you before i slp. and ill say a lil' prayer fer you. i hope you do finish upp your sch stuff, i hope you always smile, i hope you train hard fer your competitions, i hope you are never lonely. takkairs boii. youll always have a place in mie &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;My momma used to tuck me into bed and she read me a story&lt;br /&gt;It always was about a Princess in distress&lt;br /&gt;And how a guy would save her and end up with the glory&lt;br /&gt;I'd lie in bed and think about the person that I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn't for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be like Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be like Snow White waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a handsome prince to come and save me&lt;br /&gt;On a horse of white, unless we're riding side by side&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to depend on no one else&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather rescue myself just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna find someone who wants my soul, heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Who's not afraid to show that he loves me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who will understand I'm happy just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;Don't need nobody taking care of me&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for him just as long as he will be there for me&lt;br /&gt;When I give myself then it has got to be an equal thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can slay my own dragon&lt;br /&gt;I can dream my own dreams&lt;br /&gt;My knight in shining armour is me&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111413559732296093?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111413559732296093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111413559732296093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111413559732296093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111413559732296093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/whoooppiee.html' title='whoooppiee`____________'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111383401844688086</id><published>2005-04-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T07:20:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[:</title><content type='html'>he dnte make mie feel excit`d. he dnte make tha butterflies in mie tummy. he dnte make mie wanna see him o'er and o'er agn. he dnte make mie wanna trust him. he dnte make mie happy. he dnte make mie feel im tha only gurll in tha werld. but hey, you know. at least he makes mie feel like im part`o his lyife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and i totally din fall aslp durin econs lect. jush now. 3 cheers fer mell`!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM DYING FOR THA RALPH LAUREN SCENT PLS!.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;yesh, i shall drag dadde to shoppin' w mie soon!. [[: -beamss. thats fer mie baptism pressie!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and to save money fer mie eyeshadoww!. and mie lippy!. [[: [[: -double beams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and dwi, im fine. im okae!. ill call you soon when i get mie stupidd meaniee werk done!. got heats this week too. pray fer mie ya. [[: lurhfve 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/7752525-111383401844688086?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111383401844688086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111383401844688086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111383401844688086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111383401844688086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_18.html' title='[[:'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111375627547196041</id><published>2005-04-18T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T09:44:35.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gurll in tha mirror.</title><content type='html'>wrong. mel shldnt haf gone out w him tdy. bad decision. now im left al confus`d. i jush wanna be mie. damn. whyie's it so fuckinn' diff to even do that. i wish`d he'd jush keep al of those 'secrets' to himself. what went wrong w mie jush now. i dnte even uds whyie i did al i did. but hey, im glad i told him straight. i jush wish i din know him. i duno luhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DWI I MISS YOU!. ARGHS!. ITS STIU AL YOUR FAULT. IF YOU WERE HERE RIGHT NOW NTH WLD BE HAPPENING. COME BACK SOON. PLEASE....... IT'S JUSH SO NOT WERKING OUT FER MIE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i dunno. mel's jush lost luhs. i miss guan cheng thou we're in tha same school. i miss dwi thou i talk to him reall oftenn. i really need you guyss right noww. smhw, amongst al tha friends there are out thereee... you guys are stiu tha bestestts...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hey mel; this is fer you. cheer up baby... so you'll see a happy gurll in tha mirror... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;There's a girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who she is&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I know her&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;There's a story in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lullabies and goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;I can tell her heart is broken, easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror is cryin' tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the girl in my mirror is cryin' 'cause of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;Something I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If I could, I would tell her&lt;br /&gt;Not to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;The pain that's she feeling&lt;br /&gt;The sense of loneliness will fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So dry your tears and rest assured&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you like before&lt;br /&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing really works that easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror is cryin' tonight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the girl in my mirror is cryin' 'cause of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh, I wish there was something I could do&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's what I see&lt;br /&gt;That the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the mirror is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can't believe what I see, no, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the girl in my mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my mirror, is me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Chorus]&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/7752525-111375627547196041?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111375627547196041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111375627547196041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111375627547196041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111375627547196041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/gurll-in-tha-mirror.html' title='gurll in tha mirror.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111349550838115142</id><published>2005-04-15T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:18:28.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.jush.wanna.cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lurfhve begins w a smile ; increases w a kiss ; ends w a tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran mie 4 by 400 heats tdy. saw him jush b4 mie run. totally spoilt mie mood. frm focuss`d, concentratin' t sm super mess`d up, hay-wir`d thots. and i rmb`d all bout him. rmb`d sittin' up there w him. rmb`d our truth game. it all came back t mie. and tha memories al start`d buildin' up. srisly, i rlly wundar whyie im so affect`d by him. it was jush a whole waste of mie tyme, effort. really. i feel really cheat`d. like tha whole thing was one beeg joke. and this tyme guess what, i was tha clown not him. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but how could we not know what we've got till it's gone...i miss you so much i gotta let you know i'v been crying since tha day you went away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey 05A06 gurlls!. [[: you babes really hit it off tdy!. great jobb ya'll for tha heats!. continue stayinn pretty and smileeyy!. LURFHVE YOU GURLSS!. -muahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i stiu rmb him sayin i ran fast tdy. i stiu rmb his smile and his voice runnin thru mie head. its jush like dreaminn of him every night. but tha dream, will only be a dream. and it'll nvr come true. i can nvr call him mine agn. reality calls. suddenly i feel tha pain. and then tha tears flow. it's tiring. really, to be happy and all in school in front of him; trying' t act as strong as he is, tryin' t make him not feel guilty, tryin' t take it as if tha whole thing was a joke jush like him. jush tryin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say it isn't so-- tell mie you're not leavin, say you change your mind now; that im only dreamin, this is not goodbye;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and right now, i seem t have more than i cld ask for; everythin's finally beginnin' t fall into place, i finally am acty enjoyin' stdyin'. for tha first tyme. bt smhw i feel empty inside. it's as if, everything's jush on tha surface. whyie din you hold on; dnte you know.. if you hold on long enough, if you're strong enough, you'll find out where you belong eventually.. you kept telling mie that everything wld be alright eventualy. whyie'd you back out of your own words. lies. tha whole tyme jush living in your one whole beeg lie. makin mie fall for you, playin mie, lettin it all go. you're tha best. really tha best jerk in townn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I didn’t read the sign at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;call me darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say that you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t feel like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Although I’ve ever been in love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m sure it must be so much more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I’ve never been so unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything’s wrong and backwards&lt;br /&gt;Upside down&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I’m letting you touch me but I’m cold inside&lt;br /&gt;This ain’t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I’m sorry that it’s over now&lt;br /&gt;We stand alone and we know it’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can’t live without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s hard for me to know that you’ll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna see [me] cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No matter what I say, no matter what I do, you’ll&lt;br /&gt;Be sorry anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still remember how I felt that night&lt;br /&gt;The stars where out and made it all seem right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess I fooled myself into falling&lt;br /&gt;Without a shadow of a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I looked straight into [your] eyes&lt;br /&gt;And that was the night&lt;br /&gt;And I really do miss that feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything’s wrong and backwards&lt;br /&gt;Upside down&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I’m letting you touch me but I’m cold inside&lt;br /&gt;This ain’t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don’t know how to be strong when it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Can’t face the lonely hour&lt;br /&gt;It feels so wrong but it’s right to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don’t know why, I just wanna to cry&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, it’s time to let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but I want you to know I’m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111349550838115142?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111349550838115142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111349550838115142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111349550838115142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111349550838115142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/ijushwannacry.html' title='i.jush.wanna.cry.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111330769690441448</id><published>2005-04-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T05:08:16.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.&lt;3.you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss you. alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it stiu hurts. and its not supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it dusnt even hurt for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tel mie baby, whyie do tha tears stiu fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you made mie feel so tall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then you pushed me flat to tha wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now youre taking a part of mie away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter how much i want you to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;kiss mie softly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;say you love mie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuddle mie close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let mie enjoy your soft repose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;jush say that im only dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that you are oh so joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;reality hits mie hard --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wish i were blinded, right from tha start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;it hurts deep down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crying, but you donte hear a sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;take away mie pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please tell mie you love mie again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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/7752525-111330769690441448?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111330769690441448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111330769690441448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111330769690441448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111330769690441448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/i3you.html' title='i.&lt;3.you.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111318734251542716</id><published>2005-04-11T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:42:22.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>]]:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Talking]&lt;br /&gt;I just need to talk to you for a second&lt;br /&gt;it won't take me long&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get this off my chest&lt;br /&gt;Listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that you can take out time&lt;br /&gt;cuz i got a lot on my mind&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that you would be the kind&lt;br /&gt;to do that dirt and hang ya head&lt;br /&gt;babyboy won't you make me understand&lt;br /&gt;why you would say the things you said to me&lt;br /&gt;you made me believe that we would be forever&lt;br /&gt;but it was all a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If it never really was what you seen in me&lt;br /&gt;why did you say you believed in me&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of you my security&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me crazy baby&lt;br /&gt;if it never really was what you had for me&lt;br /&gt;why did you say that you wanted me, needed me&lt;br /&gt;if it never really was what you meant for me&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Now i know i've asked you time and time again&lt;br /&gt;were you sure you didn't want another girl&lt;br /&gt;i would've understood it back then&lt;br /&gt;but you had to wait until i gave in&lt;br /&gt;now i know i've been a sucker for your love&lt;br /&gt;baby tell me what the hell was i thinking of&lt;br /&gt;i should of listened to them when they told me&lt;br /&gt;but i learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Why would you play with my heart&lt;br /&gt;when i gave it all&lt;br /&gt;it's tearing me apart boy&lt;br /&gt;all you had to do is say so&lt;br /&gt;i would have let you go&lt;br /&gt;you're making it so hard boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why would you play with my heart&lt;br /&gt;when i gave it all&lt;br /&gt;it's tearing me apart boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all you had to do is say so&lt;br /&gt;i would of let you go&lt;br /&gt;you're making it so hard boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell me why, why baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it never really was what you seen in me&lt;br /&gt;why did you say you believed in me&lt;br /&gt;(i just tried to give you what you needed)&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of you my security&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me crazy baby&lt;br /&gt;(would you tell me why you lied to me)&lt;br /&gt;if it never really was what you had for me&lt;br /&gt;why did you say you wanted me, needed me&lt;br /&gt;(what am i to do i believed in you)&lt;br /&gt;if it never really was what you meant for me&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there you go. it's all about yourself. don't go round asking people to make sure i'm ok. that i won't do anything dumb. you could have told me face to face. but you didn't. don't worry. i know right from tha start everything's about you. i don't know if you'll feel guilty. i don't know if you're sad. i don't know if you're happy, i don't know if you still love me. all i know is i don't know much, i'm totally blurred, lost and confused. but it's alright. when you never really cared, the hurt i'm feeling will go away soon. the tears im crying will be washed away soon. see whyie i'm not going back to you; yea. it's cause i know friends first. whatever i say won't do much if your friends are gonna say smth else. you nvr listened or heard mie out; but you always listened to what your friends said. what do they know about us? they aren't even in the picture. they don't even know a thing. but you let em rule you. i can't do much. see, i went over to your place, i wanted to call you, message you. but just as i reached your house, i walked back turned around and took the bus back. just as i pressed tha dial button, i hung down, just as i finished typin mie message, i erased it. but when tha tears fell, i let it fall. when thoughts of you came, i never erased em. i love you, i need you. but baby, you're right, it aint gonna work out; we don't live in a world of me and you only. there're manyy people. many things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'mie sun will nvr rise again it did with you. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111318734251542716?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111318734251542716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111318734251542716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111318734251542716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111318734251542716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_11.html' title=']]:'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111296774144755844</id><published>2005-04-08T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:46:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hear.mie.out.pls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to you -- i saw em walking hand in hand outt. i ask`d tha few guyss hangin out w mie. n al had tha same response. of cush tha gurl luhs. i wish you cld have that kinda response too. i dnte know whyie but im feelin really lost. esp last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i din know whyie i aplogis`d t you, i just did. and i dnte even think its mie fault. sure, you were tired and al. but so was i. everything's bout you. when's it ever bout mie. tell mie smth i dnte know. tell mie. pls. i was jush lookin' fer someone to turn and talk t. and it certainly wasnt you. i turn`d t you in tha first place cush i knew you want`d mie to share mie probbies w you. but thanks for al you said. al you msg`d mie -- smtymes i really wonder whyie i bother`d replyin' you. like you said, ill always feel tha same way, and you'll always tell mie tha same thing. there's no dialogue at al. we're talkin' diff. there's no link. perhaps thats whyie i jush rather keep mie probbies to mieselff. mann, if it were sm other guy id have kick`d their butts and they'd be back to mie apologisin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're jush smthin' diff. i dunno if i like that or hate that. you're jush diff. maybe that's whyie im holdin' on. maybe that's whyie we're stiu us. i jush dnte wanna let go. smth's preventin' mie frm lettin' go. smth wants mie to hold on. smth believes us is definite. smth believes we are right. i jush hope that smth is right. tryinn hard to uds and accept our differences. its showin so obviously, more than ever right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i guess i was wrong, totally wrong bout you not listenin to mie. you always listen. jush that you nvr hear. "hello, can you hear mie?" you can, but you jush choose not to. its aiights. it is. im used t it. i cante help but feel that way. you make mie feel that way. used t it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and ill learn soon enough, that whatever i do, ill nvr be as great as your friends. ill nvr be more impt than your friends no matter what you say. ill always be second. no matter what. i wonder if im askinn for alot. al im askin' fer is fer you to have a lil' more private tyme with mie. jush chillin', eatin', studyin'. anythinn'. jush gimme a lil' more space in your heart. jush lemme be with you. jush let it be tha both of us. only tha both of us. can you bear t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right now, i dnte think you have enough tyme fer your life. i went t his house jush now. i dnte know hw you feel bout it. i may be in his grp. i dnte know hw you feel bout it too. al i know is i got mix`d feelins bein in yours. true, i have not much say. i gotta be where you guys place mie. and im nt sure bout anythinn now. i jush am havin' real mix`d up confuse`d feelings bout whyie there's so much differences in our thoughts, our actions. nothing's ever tha same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cante we walk hand in hand out like em? cante i even be or par w your gang? cante you even hear mie out once in a while? cante you uds mie plight? cante you make time fer mie? &lt;/span&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;-kneels down, clasps her hands, squeezes eyes tightly -- i wish, he cld spend jush a lil more time on mie. pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;to eu* -- thanks. for callin jush now when i was in school. thanks for lettin tha tears runn out. thanks for makin mie smile in btw tha tears. thanks for everythingg. smtymes i wish you were back here. jush like a beeg bro to mie. always there fer mie. every single time. maybe if you were here, they wldnt scold mie that much anymore. it was always that case. they liked you hell lot more than they liked mie. and im their daughter. tell mie bout it. its been this way frm tha start. some things will nvr change. maybe now, you'd uds whyie i was always jealous of you. maybe now, you'd uds whyie i really din like you whenever you got prais`d and mie cookie gt compar`d wif you. i totally hated you those times. everything bout you. you shld know, mie cookie, we've lost touch, but compar`d to you, he's stiu tha one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sorry i lied. but you did too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here's tha thing -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we start`d as friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was cool, maybe all pretence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;you dedicat`d, you took tha tyme;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wasnt long til i call`d you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and now you nvr hear mie say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"jush hw i picture mie w you";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i thought you'd nvr hear mie say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hw can i put it --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you put mie on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i even fell for that stupid lurfhve song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;hw come i nvr hear you say ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"i jush wanna be w you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i bet you nvr felt that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;out of sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;out of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shut your mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i jush cante take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;again and again and again and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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title='hear.mie.out.pls.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111279879504148987</id><published>2005-04-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T07:46:35.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>ayyes. suddenly there're loadsa stuff coming upp. suddenly mie mind's super full of stuff. bout everything. bout nothing. its restless. i cante seem to stop thinking. except when im with him. times with him are tha most treasurable. i can acty let go of everything and be happy, carefree. stupid shit. loadsa stuff on mie mind. and i it's building up. maybe that's why i can nvr have enough slp. help. pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURFDAE SAMUEL!. [[: hopes all eur dreams and wishes come true. smile always and be happy. takkairs alwayss!. -huggiess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i wonte uds what tha hell is going on luhs. so fuckin pls pple. STOP TELLING MIE AS IF I KNOW EVERYTHING. -poutss. i dunno. i really am confused bout mie own stuff now. im sorry i donte have time to fully uds whatever you are saying. im trying. mann, i am. but pls donte think i donte give a fuck or whatever. its just. mann. i really got loadsa of stuff in mie mind right now. ill try to squeeze your bit in too. ill try to help. ill TRY okae!?. mann...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dreamt i died again ytd. i died. what am i letting go of now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich -- its aiights bout tha misudstnding.. [[: peace. screw al those spreadin these fucked up shieet. friendds. -smiless. anwys, to al those spreadin rumours bout mie.. whatever luhs. fuckin donte give a damn. screw ya'll.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alan -- ayyes. i hope that you solve your probbies soon. clear your mind. smile. i hope things go your way again. like they used to. i hope everything will be fine for you. be optimistic. think on tha bright side. i cante help much cush there really is nth i can do. al i can do is to encourage and support you. so yea.. smile.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to dwi -- whatever. you and your promises. fucking keep it t yourself. cush you'll nvr learn t keep promises. nvr. you have a whole stretch of excuses prepared for yourself. you know what, i give up. totally. whatever you say, so fake. so unreal. do whatever you want. go clubbin go get a girl. whatever, whoever. suit yourself luhs. its your life. and you have nth to do with mie. keep your words to yourself. you've NEVER meant anything you've ever said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mie guy --  yes. mel sucks. totally. all tha time. name mie a time mel dusnt suck right? yes. go ahead. too many right. continue. al ears. ahs, im really sorry luhs. i really din mean to temper on you again. mel sucks mel sucks mel sucks. whyie'd you choose her? ahhs, bad choice rights? totally. sighss. maybe you deserve someone better. and i promised id try to control.. but wtf, mel lost again. talk bout trying. donte even know fi im puttin in mie best. bet you're piss`d at mie right now. no worries,  i totally uds. ahhs, you're stiu tha nicest, most blur, most.. mel's sorry. im missing you. everything. snakey hand shake, teddy bear hug. mann. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes some people get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;when it's something I've said or done&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you feel there is no fun&lt;br /&gt;that's why you turn and run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I truly realise some people don't wanna compromise&lt;br /&gt;well I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies&lt;br /&gt;and well I don't wanna live a lie, too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;not mentioning the fights, I'm sorry to say [baby]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm so tired baby&lt;br /&gt;things you say you're driving me away&lt;br /&gt;whispers in the powder room baby don't listen to the games they play&lt;br /&gt;girl I thought you'd realise I'm not like them other guys&lt;br /&gt;coz I saw them with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;you should've been more wise&lt;br /&gt;and well I don't wanna live a lie, too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;not mentioning the fights, I'm sorry to say [baby]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111279879504148987?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111279879504148987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111279879504148987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111279879504148987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111279879504148987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111270623402653155</id><published>2005-04-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T06:03:54.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come.on.over.baby.</title><content type='html'>hie!. this is an entry for EVERYBODY. please take a look. read on. -winkss. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need, want, DESPERATELY the below few thingss:&lt;br /&gt;#1. eye shadow @ watsonss.&lt;br /&gt;#2. bronzer @ bodyshopp.&lt;br /&gt;#3. ralph lauren's scentt.&lt;br /&gt;#4. super duper shiny lip glosss.&lt;br /&gt;#5. sling bagg.&lt;br /&gt;#6. mascaraa.&lt;br /&gt;#7. nice small towelss.&lt;br /&gt;#8. nelly's SUIT cdd.&lt;br /&gt;#9. a burnt cd wif all tha cool hot sexay songss.&lt;br /&gt;#10. book mie a hotel room wif mie guyy. FOC. order candle lit dinner. sexxaye musicc. PRIVACY. door locked, lights dim, music on, wonder whats under all eure wearingg. temperature's risingg...let's go on to tha next levell. hott stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'monn. book tha stuff you wanna get for mie!. first come first servee. loll!. -rolls eyess and frownss. but seriously, i really really desperately urgently need em pls!. die for. and i need tha cashh!. who's wans to contribute to melissa's wannabuy stuff fundd just tell mie!. pls.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, what in tha world's wrong wif qi xiang's nick? loll!. WANKER IS BACK. wth?.... - what a turn off turn off!. eye roller!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-roarss. i was s'pposed to go to mie guy's house tday. but wif mie new timetable.. it was highly impossible and he needed to be back in school by 5. -poutss. it's high time i knew what FUCKstrat`d means. anwys, thanks for tha sweet surprise ytd!. -beamss. lurfhvee you loadss!. -squealss. i really din expect you to be there!. oh mann...... esp ytd nights, ... -sighss. if only there cld be a replayy. oh yeaa babyy... when you sent mie homee, holding mie handd... walkin through tha streets, where there was no one, nothing, except mie and you. for a while i hoped to hell that it'd just stop there. where i cld see nth and no one but you, and vice versa.. oh yeaa, mie guy, he gave mie a kiss; it was smth like this -- it made mie go ooh ooh... loll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh faggart. im piss`d. i so donte wanna get wet tmr!. i so donte wanna run tmr!. i so am gonna get a crampyy tmr!. and ill be tired. n bored. n sianx. and... everything but happy. trng's gonna be shieet tmr, i can predick. i can see it already. im pouting, frowning, sulking... ahhhs. i am so not looking forward to tmr pls!. -poutss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im losing it. its coming back to mie. mann. withdrawal symptoms. totally. suffering it. its hell torturee.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need you. oh yea baby, i do. desperately. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111270623402653155?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111270623402653155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111270623402653155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111270623402653155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111270623402653155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/comeonoverbaby.html' title='come.on.over.baby.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111243734536876372</id><published>2005-04-02T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T05:27:01.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank.you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thanks for always rushing to be there whenever im alone.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always making mie smile.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always listening to mie probbies and smiling mie outta it. thanks for always picking mie up frm tha bottomless pit hole.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always making mie rmb that im supposed to be happy cush i nvr know who's falling in love with mie smile.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always cheering mie up when im down.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always pissing mie off cush eu nvr wanna share eur probbies with mie, but in turn make mie share all of mine with you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always taking care of mie like im a lil' gurl.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always reminding mie to eat whenever i donte.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always giving mie tha special feeling of havin a big bro.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always not lying to mie.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always wanting mie to be arnd on funn occasions.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always putting up with mie bad moodiness everytime i donte feel like smiling.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always remindin mie of mie smile always promise to you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks most of all, for just being arnd for mie everytime i need a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111243734536876372?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111243734536876372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111243734536876372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111243734536876372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111243734536876372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/04/thankyou.html' title='thank.you.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111219058831687962</id><published>2005-03-30T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T05:49:48.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day.</title><content type='html'>thanks to gordon fer cheering mie up loads in tha morning, comforting mie just by listening to mie probbie. you know, it's these lil things that i really appreciate from deep downn. thank you for listeningg. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt much better after seeing andy, don and hendra in school. all 3 of em staying!. -beamss. it feels great pls!. ill be seeing you guys arnd in schoool!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished school at 09ooh!. just how cool is that pls!. -beamss. [[: and i DONTE have to take mother tongue. that counts for a -DOUBLE beamm!. but tha seasports room was locked. -poutss. you know when it's locked when you acty see seasports pple in tha canteen. if not they'll be chillin in tha room!. warning: it's addictive. very. you cante help it mann, tha music, tha ambience, tha smell, tha sofas (esp tha black one which i have to snatchh for)... everything rawkss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank you mr alan and mr morgan fer accompanying mie till trng started. btw, mr morgan you owe mie and mr alan fer making us WAIT for you to finish eur 'toopid CME. -roarss. and mr alan.. well he's acty a meanie in disguise. -winkss. but he'll be okae after he blanjas mie movie tomo!. -beamms. thanks alan!. loll!. and here's to alan morgan and desmond, thanks you guys fer waitin with mie till mie dadde picked mie up!. &lt;3 you guys loadss of sugar coat`d doughnuts!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to alan -- hey capt. thanks so much for everything. your words of advice. which didn really do much hahhas, and eur rubbishy manners at times and constantly being around for me and reminding mie that eure there for mie to talk to and all. hopes eur probbie is solved ya, whatever it is. -beeg hug. sorry fer bitin you!. -winkss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to samuel -- first it was normal voice, then it was sexy voice, now its NO MORE VOICE!. -poutss. i told you it's tha salt water!. eure s'pposed to take pepsi lemon and not salt water!. hahhahahs. takkairs ya!. and eu too, thanks so much fer always being concerned bout mie!. mua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to eu* -- i had a nice chat with you just now didnt i? tears of sadness, frustrations, f words all blurted out right? hopes you are feeling better. hopes that things will be alright for you. hopes that i knocked some sense into you. hopes that you'll turn out stronger. believe in Him, believe in eurself. you can do it. i believe in you. i know you can do it. i've known you fer so long. you'll pull thru this. you wonte let this bring you down. im here pal, anytime you need a friend. donte ever let mie hear what you told mie ytd and just now ever agn. whatever happened btw you and her i donte wanna know anymore, i donte want to care. shushh... youre just making tha tears roll downn. all tha best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to you aka mr quiggle pweglee -- i really really needa say a beeg thank you to you. for everything. just for being you. fer changing fer mie.fer compromising to make mie feel better. i hope you like tha posty i gave you just now. unconventional ehs? [[: anwys, whats more impt is tha words. and i mean every single one of em. thank you for accepting who i am and also for not placing it too hard fer mie when im throwin mie tantrum etc. and as tears of different reasons fall, i know i can turn to you for comfort. i know that you'll be there opening eur arms inviting mie in anytime, anywhere. and eur words, they're true. everything will eventually turn out alright. [[: believe you. mua. say hie to mr ballie baldie for mie. and DONTE let eur MEANNIE bro take it!. -ROARSS. eure stiu tha nicest to bite. [[: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the street you are listening to every beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Want to know if it's working and you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;On your feet you are walking around with your clothes torn apart&lt;br /&gt;In a nightmare where the question is how to survive&lt;br /&gt;In this dangerous land&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying the best that I can&lt;br /&gt;to be a respectable man&lt;br /&gt;So won't you listen won't you listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the law if you don't give me more than public attention&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the rules gonna act like a fool&lt;br /&gt;On the street you are looking so hard for a place for the night&lt;br /&gt;All you want is understanding of your basic rights&lt;br /&gt;In this dangerous land&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying the best that I can&lt;br /&gt;to be a respectable man&lt;br /&gt;So won't you listen won't you listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the law if you don't give me more than public attention&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the rules gonna act like a fool&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the line if you don't give me time on your television&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say don't push me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111219058831687962?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111219058831687962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111219058831687962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111219058831687962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111219058831687962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/day.html' title='day.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111193028197161731</id><published>2005-03-27T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T05:31:21.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu.and.mie.</title><content type='html'>mie first db competition. it really din turn out tha way i expect`d it to be. i guess through this competition i've learnt abt feelings. different kinds everywhere frm different people. part and parcel of growin up. and i guess perhaps ill nvr uds how they feel, but i have to try. -nodss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im super tiredd today pls!. baptism was ytd nights. -beamss. im gonna miss tha RCIY '04-'05 family. tha past one yr has really brought alot of ups and downs to mie life but RCIY has really helped mie to be closer to Him and love Him more than i ever thought i wld. mie faltering faith in Him previously is now stronger, esp after He answered mie prayers just recentlyy. thank to marcus, ada and grandma.. [[:  stephh let mie try on tha choir gown!. -SQUEALLS! super loved it luhhs!. am sooooooooooooo gonnna post tha picture i took in it here soon. pwomisseee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooh, went gordon's place before baptismM!. his house super rawks pls!. esp his room. but its darn hot luhhs!. and i lurfhveeeee his guess shirt!. double rawkss!. -beamss. oohs, we took loads of funkaii picturess!. wiill upload em soon k? as soon as eu can come over to mie place and get tha pics frm tha camera to tha computerr!. [[: anwys, i had a super wonderful time at eur place.. - stands in frnt of eur door and shakes tha keys. and im sorry i pissed eu off on friday. sorryyy...... got eu a pressie, hope it makes up fer it. -beamss. lurfhvee eu loadss of honey bak`d hamm!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan-- ehs sorwee cldnt play pool with you. EASTER SUNDAYY!. -beamss. easter eggs! -double beamss. [[: super happy dayy. and yea, thanks fer always being around for mie. and listenin to mie complains and whiningggsss.... hahhahas. and dreaming of mie is super NOT a nightmare pls!. -poutsssssss. smtymes i feel eu got  much much more time for mie than he doess.. -shrugss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111193028197161731?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111193028197161731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111193028197161731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111193028197161731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111193028197161731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/euandmie.html' title='eu.and.mie.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111177282814568247</id><published>2005-03-26T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:47:08.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alan.and.samuel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wonder if you're feeling sad. cush i am. a bit. i guess. it shldnt be affecting mie. i shldnt be feeling this way. so what the hell right? im gonna be like you. im just gonna let things be like this. tried, failed, given up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel and alan rawkk!. super duperrr alot!. woahhhh!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan -- hey, i know eu feel real shitty now. but cheer up k? try eur best not to worry so much. -hugss. ill owaess be here fer you!. lurfhvee you loadss!. always think on tha bright side of life!. and things will eventually turn out aiights... and thanks.. fer helping mie.. in .. certain stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel -- EU RAWK!. totally uhhs. eure just like mie closest seniorr. i can talk to you bout anything. and eur advices. i promise ill take it to mind. thanks again fer always being around. hope you get better sooN!. -beamss. lurfhveee youu!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111177282814568247?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111177282814568247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111177282814568247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111177282814568247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111177282814568247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/alanandsamuel.html' title='alan.and.samuel.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111165714240135526</id><published>2005-03-24T17:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:39:02.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book.mie.please.</title><content type='html'>i learn fast. and alan learns fast too. but alan dusnt have nice shoes. but you have to say he does so you can boost his small ego to a major huge one. -rolls eyes &amp; beamss. hahahhas. alan rawks. but he has to say thank you to mie fer accompanying him home and back to schooooool.! -winkss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went home with samuel today!. samuel rawkss!. [[: loads and loads. i lurfhvee going home with him. hahhaas. comfortable ride home. comfortable silences. safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent seen ben fer a longg time. -poutss. i wonder why. i miss him. he's suppos`d to be mie fav senior! hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to YOU -- i dunno. ughhs. WHYIE DONTE YOU EVER LISTEN!?. whyie wonte you even try?!. you just go on and on and on. and i listen. but when i talk you donte. why why why!? why cante you hear mie out first then go talk to eur FRIENDS!. why am i always not in your list. whyie donte you even care?! whyie. im trying. but are you? im putting in e effort. are you? shit. i know im no one and in no position to judge. and i feel lousy everytime i compare. but wth. smtimes i cante take it. really. at times i wonder what i got mieself into. but when i know all of em will go one day and leave you alone; i just cante bear to leave. and i know i donte wanna leave yet. im stiu believing that maybe one day you'll acty realise it. just maybe... still hoping that one day ill be somewhere visible on your list. is it so hard to juggle both boats? i donte wanna feel sad. neither do i wanna feel bad. i try and try to supress it within mie. but i have to explode. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just now. mann. it was rude. dammit. and i felt oh so frustrated. its not tha first time. you have time for them. sure you do. all im asking is just a few min. a FEW. is it that much to ask for? can it so not be done? just gimme a place. a time. a chance. you used to think that you had to book mie to go out with mie. but now i think i have to book you to even talk to you. im sorry... and yea, below.. its for YOU too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's just simple kissing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no one has to even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wish they didn't know to hurt me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as long as you don't let it show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if we keep it between us -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bottled up inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's our little secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be the way you told me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"keep it shy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;just to hear you on the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;talked a million miles an hour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretending we were all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if only for a moment;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it felt like you were really mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but no one wants a cheater,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;even if the choice were mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;going crazy for a week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;your friends are so gonna freak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because i'd know that id be freaking too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause that the girl would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's so frustrating you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that you ain't got time for dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter where i go or what i do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it sucks cause i wanna be with YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7752525-111165714240135526?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111165714240135526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111165714240135526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111165714240135526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111165714240135526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/bookmieplease_111165714240135526.html' title='book.mie.please.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111165713073940710</id><published>2005-03-24T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:38:50.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book.mie.please.</title><content type='html'>i learn fast. and alan learns fast too. but alan dusnt have nice shoes. but you have to say he does so you can boost his small ego to a major huge one. -rolls eyes &amp; beamss. hahahhas. alan rawks. but he has to say thank you to mie fer accompanying him home and back to schooooool.! -winkss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went home with samuel today!. samuel rawkss!. [[: loads and loads. i lurfhvee going home with him. hahhaas. comfortable ride home. comfortable silences. safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent seen ben fer a longg time. -poutss. i wonder why. i miss him. he's suppos`d to be mie fav senior! hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to YOU -- i dunno. ughhs. WHYIE DONTE YOU EVER LISTEN!?. whyie wonte you even try?!. you just go on and on and on. and i listen. but when i talk you donte. why why why!? why cante you hear mie out first then go talk to eur FRIENDS!. why am i always not in your list. whyie donte you even care?! whyie. im trying. but are you? im putting in e effort. are you? shit. i know im no one and in no position to judge. and i feel lousy everytime i compare. but wth. smtimes i cante take it. really. at times i wonder what i got mieself into. but when i know all of em will go one day and leave you alone; i just cante bear to leave. and i know i donte wanna leave yet. im stiu believing that maybe one day you'll acty realise it. just maybe... still hoping that one day ill be somewhere visible on your list. is it so hard to juggle both boats? i donte wanna feel sad. neither do i wanna feel bad. i try and try to supress it within mie. but i have to explode. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just now. mann. it was rude. dammit. and i felt oh so frustrated. its not tha first time. you have time for them. sure you do. all im asking is just a few min. a FEW. is it that much to ask for? can it so not be done? just gimme a place. a time. a chance. you used to think that you had to book mie to go out with mie. but now i think i have to book you to even talk to you. im sorry... and yea, below.. its for YOU too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's just simple kissing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no one has to even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wish they didn't know to hurt me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as long as you don't let it show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if we keep it between us -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bottled up inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's our little secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be the way you told me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"keep it shy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;just to hear you on the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;talked a million miles an hour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretending we were all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if only for a moment;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it felt like you were really mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but no one wants a cheater,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;even if the choice were mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;going crazy for a week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;your friends are so gonna freak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because i'd know that id be freaking too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause that the girl would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's so frustrating you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that you ain't got time for dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter where i go or what i do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it sucks cause i wanna be with YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7752525-111165713073940710?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111165713073940710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111165713073940710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111165713073940710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111165713073940710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/bookmieplease_24.html' title='book.mie.please.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111165708303644459</id><published>2005-03-24T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:38:03.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book.mie.please.</title><content type='html'>i learn fast. and alan learns fast too. but alan dusnt have nice shoes. but you have to say he does so you can boost his small ego to a major huge one. -rolls eyes &amp; beamss. hahahhas. alan rawks. but he has to say thank you to mie fer accompanying him home and back to schooooool.! -winkss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went home with samuel today!. samuel rawkss!. [[: loads and loads. i lurfhvee going home with him. hahhaas. comfortable ride home. comfortable silences. safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent seen ben fer a longg time. -poutss. i wonder why. i miss him. he's suppos`d to be mie fav senior! hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to YOU -- i dunno. ughhs. WHYIE DONTE YOU EVER LISTEN!?. whyie wonte you even try?!. you just go on and on and on. and i listen. but when i talk you donte. why why why!? why cante you hear mie out first then go talk to eur FRIENDS!. why am i always not in your list. whyie donte you even care?! whyie. im trying. but are you? im putting in e effort. are you? shit. i know im no one and in no position to judge. and i feel lousy everytime i compare. but wth. smtimes i cante take it. really. at times i wonder what i got mieself into. but when i know all of em will go one day and leave you alone; i just cante bear to leave. and i know i donte wanna leave yet. im stiu believing that maybe one day you'll acty realise it. just maybe... still hoping that one day ill be somewhere visible on your list. is it so hard to juggle both boats? i donte wanna feel sad. neither do i wanna feel bad. i try and try to supress it within mie. but i have to explode. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just now. mann. it was rude. dammit. and i felt oh so frustrated. its not tha first time. you have time for them. sure you do. all im asking is just a few min. a FEW. is it that much to ask for? can it so not be done? just gimme a place. a time. a chance. you used to think that you had to book mie to go out with mie. but now i think i have to book you to even talk to you. im sorry... and yea, below.. its for YOU too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's just simple kissing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no one has to even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wish they didn't know to hurt me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as long as you don't let it show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if we keep it between us -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bottled up inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's our little secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be the way you told me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"keep it shy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;just to hear you on the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;talked a million miles an hour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretending we were all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if only for a moment;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it felt like you were really mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but no one wants a cheater,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;even if the choice were mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;going crazy for a week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;your friends are so gonna freak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because i'd know that id be freaking too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause that the girl would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's so frustrating you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that you ain't got time for dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter where i go or what i do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it sucks cause i wanna be with YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7752525-111165708303644459?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111165708303644459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111165708303644459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111165708303644459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111165708303644459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/bookmieplease.html' title='book.mie.please.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111158832346516818</id><published>2005-03-23T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T06:32:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad.week.</title><content type='html'>thanks alan. for accompanying mie thruout tha morningg. ((= you rawk!. -nodss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks usher abs. for cheering mie up and giving mie tha mac thoughtss. -beamss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks 1st toapayoh guys. for talking cock and making mie smile letting mie know im not alonee. will miss ya'll when eu guys go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks eric. for your advicee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, yea. i had a bad start. everythingg suck`d. and i was damn pissed with everythingg. super felt like crying luhs. super bad week fer mie. whatever luhhs. but thanks to tha few pple above, i felt better.. you all.. lurfhvee you guys loadss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to YOU -- im having mixed feelings now. im super not sure abt anything anymore. yups. its weird luhhs. somehw i feel things were better off as it was last time. but i guess im gonna perservere. see e outcome. im struggling within mieself. truth. im getting used to giving in to you in everything. i try like. to be genuinely happy but tha feeling just comes and goes. on and off. when i somehow caught your gaze fer that brief moment while boating.. it felt good. real good. but your attitude bout some stuff, i really cante take it. i feel sad thinkin abt it. and im really sorry luhhs. bout everythingg. sometimes i wonder if its mie fault. sometimes i feel it is. and sometimes i feel super sadd that i know the outcome of this whole thingg btw us.  it seems to mie super obviouss. i donte like feeling that way. but like you said, closer to your pals. and while they are arnd, ill be miles away. i love em, they're a fun bunch. but at times i feel i hate em. you wonte allow yourself to be stolen. but you donte realise you already have. by em. i miss you pls. alot alot. and i donte wanna not like em. but i feel like i could take some of your time too. and not let everything be taken by em. yes im jealous. i admit. ... im trying to push it away.. i am. but im losing it. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111158832346516818?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111158832346516818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111158832346516818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111158832346516818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111158832346516818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/badweek.html' title='bad.week.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111140664355297856</id><published>2005-03-21T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T04:04:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eure.impt.to.mie.</title><content type='html'>thank you samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt you'll ever read this cause we hardly know each other; but i guess within that 45min ride home, i really learnt more about you, myself and him. and all that you shared with me, well i really appreciated it. i guess because i'm afriad to open up to many and tha way you did so, well it just seemed so natural. and i admire your courage. moreover that bond that i felt. i dunno. it's tha first time i ever felt that way. i never thought there'd be someone out there who'd uds. but you just came along my way. and i guess now i know that i'll never be alone whenever things like that happen to me again. because i know that there's always someone out there in this big world sharing my thoughts, my feelings, and really understanding my plight. sounds so cliche and all, but i just feel that way. we're not all exactly alike, but it's all so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made my day. thank Him for letting you cross my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to YOU -- hopes you don't get jealous or whatsoever. well, i guess i know more bout you. let's take it slow. real slow and easy. things may just turn out right for both of us. slow. and i really hope you won't feel that you have to forgo alot of stuff just cause of me. i don't wanna be a burden to you. maybe that's why i really hope you don't keep your wild imagination running. like im always not angry with you, and you keep saying i am. i dunno, i just feel uncomfortable bout it. its as if you feel not worthy of me or smth. i know they always treat you as joker of the class, of the club etc. but i don't. so i hope you won't treat me as someone who just takes you as a joke too. you're not. to me, i guess i'm happy the way i am. i know too that sometimes you just don't feel as comfortable with me as you are with your pals. but just like you said abt 'em. maybe its cush you do like me and it gets to you. or maybe its just me. i know you're afriad. but so am i. and im willing to walk with you hand in hand, slowly, taking as long as we want to acheive our same aim. im walking beside you. not in front or behind you. so don't you worry. i uds that you need your own space; and as much as you do, i need it too. you really don't have to fret abt making me angry which i have never been with you or abt having to accompany 24--7. we both have our needs, our wants. it just takes a lil bit of accomodating and compromising to get thru this. i'm taking this further step and i know you are too. so please, walk beside me, hold my hand, and let's just face all these together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this song, its for YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heaven knows you're with me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heaven knows that you're here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel your breath all around me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all the pain just disappears &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;It goes away, it goes away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it only hurts, when you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm alone inside, when there's tears in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't hide and say I'm fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it only hurts, when you cry &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;You carry too much on your shoulders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't wait till you let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause the only thing we're getting is older &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This time never comes back around &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;You just gave it, gave it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it only hurts, when you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm alone inside, when there's tears in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't hide and say I'm fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it only hurts, when you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you cry &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;Heaven knows you're with me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'll do my best to hold on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause nothing is worth all this fighting now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I won't give up till it's gone &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;Make it go away, go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Make it go away, go away &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;Cause it only hurts, when you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm alone inside, when there's tears in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't hide and say I'm fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it only hurts, when you cry&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/7752525-111140664355297856?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111140664355297856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111140664355297856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111140664355297856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111140664355297856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/eureimpttomie.html' title='eure.impt.to.mie.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111132472413782834</id><published>2005-03-20T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T05:18:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.day.with.gen.</title><content type='html'>i went to cut mie hair todayy! [[: -beamss. yes. i did. i cut it oh so short i cante tie it up right now. and i met raymondd and zenn!. and mie and mie gf, miss genevis lee, yes, aka miss fabulous, made a new friend in hair profilee. -clears throat... drum rolls... xi gua!. yes, watermelon. hahhahas. he's a damn talkative guy but that's what makes him sociable. hahhahs. i was in a superrr duperr happy mood today.! and tha both of us had like loads and loads to gossip abt. -shakes head. 'gurlss...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, watermelon and zen said we looked alike. how cool luhhs. wha.. that's super compliment to mie. -winkss. same nose, same smile. what can i say man. i totally love her. GEN RAWKSS!. -BEEG SMILEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and miss gen lee was super duper complaining abt her hair, which is super duper uberr nice. trust mie. and i was super duper tellin her how super duper nice her hair was. meanie peeg dusnt wanna believee mie. -poutss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooh... and i bought this tube. purple colour. and i know MIE FASHION STYLIST, will super be lovin it. hmmms, i wonder whyie. -ponderss &amp; winkss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously us two hot chicss went to take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im officially stating that im broke pls. -SULKSS. went out with 60bucks and now im left with hmm. 2 pathetic dollars. spent 10 toppin up mie farecard, 16 on tha tubeee (UBER NICE) -nodss; 32 on miee hair (UBER SHORT) -nodss;  4 on pics and tha rest on food. yes FOOD. all thanks to miss fab who wanted to eat mac and so i got seduced by her and ended up eatin mac too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DIDN'T EAT HAAGEN DAZ!. -POUTSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i totally love miss fab pls!. [[: she's mie superr duperr pretty lil darling. ahhs. i am so gonna go out with her again. maybe to buy her clip which she wanted so badly we had to walk frm far east all tha way to cine. -poutss. but its who im walkin with luhhs. so it wasnt all that bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITIBANK IS A MEANIE ARSE BANK!. -ROARSS. they were giving free icecream to people above the age of 21. how bias!. meaniee arses discriminating us young carefree young adults from busy old adults.! MEANIE MEANIE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anwys, to YOU. yes, YOU. i miss YOU. -poutss. and you totally have to help mie write that mean thinggy i was supposed to write. but i bet you forgot. whats new right? anwys, hope tha bbq was funn mann!. -whistles. and while you were at it, i was having a beeg major affair with MISS GENEVIS LEE!. ahahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;gen -- hey gurl, whatever probbies eure facing, rmb to look on tha bright side of lyfee k? anything you need help in or need to bitch arnd with someone, call mie up ya? i lovee you to tons and tons of sugar plum fairiess. totally, i had a wunderfulll time today with you!. catch eu some other time k? take care of eurself babe.! -smuahhsss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111132472413782834?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111132472413782834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111132472413782834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111132472413782834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111132472413782834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/adaywithgen.html' title='a.day.with.gen.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111123740187647058</id><published>2005-03-19T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T05:03:21.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby.gurll.</title><content type='html'>yes jon. im stiu tha best. number 1. -beamss go kick 'eir arsesss; whack tha daylight outta emm! -hollerss anwys, i've missed eu bro!. where tha hell did eu disappear to?. gotta go catch upp wiv eu smtymee. [[: now mr jon, donte get eur butt into anymore trouble. or elseee. -wavess fingerr in front of eu &amp; poutss. and eur lyfe is super not sad PLS!. takkairss and lurfvee eu!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh rightss, and i went shppin` wiv mie mommy today!. -nodss. i bought this pair of heels fer baptism nightt! and a skin colorr thongg.! -BEAMSS. hahahahhaas, and who's to know, mie MOMMY bought it! she suggested it!. mom rawks today. [[: oh, and i so saw tha ralph lauren perfumee and i so wanted to buy it! nice smell. it's on mie wishlisttt!. happy gurll. -beamss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, baptism night is next sat!. i'll be rebornn! a new burfdaeee! so, -clears throat .. when can i collect mie pressiess darlingss? -hints hints. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is so OMG luhhs, i totally turned him out. i guess im super frustrated with this on off thinggy noww. -nodss. but i stiu cante believe i did that. ahhhs. mel, what's wiv eu these few dayss mann. -rolls eyess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i had a wonderfull night ytd with rod, tim, mie sis and YOU!. yes YOU. -winkss. anwyss, eur fried rice is number 1 on mie list noww. but tha rice is too hardd! -shrugss. one cante have tha best of both werlds i guess. and eure a super lousy slper. PERIOD. i came to a conclusion that NO ONE in this werld can ever get proper slp with you. i wonder how eur camp buddies manage to get some slp with eu arnd. -poutss and ponderss. anwys, i guess im not sure abt alot of stuff right now. ytd seemed so, so bittersweet. too bittersweet that alot of it now feels fake? weird? i dunno. im not sure if eu felt that way thou. well, two options. stop. or live wiv it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* we're not playin no more games agn are we? i lost once alreadyy. and i donte like playin em wiv pple who win mie. eu know mie stylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this lil baby shall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-clasps hands together and wish for a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh so wow mr jon ang. you have know changed eur name to mr nat suen. -rolls eyes &amp; shrugs... haha. [[: cell lykes enuff alreadyy right... -winkss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe, maybe this song's for you. lurfve you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just wanted you to comfort me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when I called you late last night you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was fallin' into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yes, i was crashin' into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh of all the words you sang to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;about life, the truth and bein' free yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you sang to me, oh how you sang to me [boy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i live off how you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i question all this bein' real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuz i'm not afraid to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the first time i'm not afraid of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, this day seems made for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you showed me what life needs to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea you sang to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh you sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the while you were in front of me i never realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i jus' can't believe i didn't see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didn't see it, i can't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh but i feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how i long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i promise you this time i'll see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i didn't see it, i can't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh but i feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you sing to me just to think you live inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i had no idea how this could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now i'm crazy for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't believe i'm crazy for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the words you said you sang to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you showed me where i wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea you sang to me, oh you sang to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-111123740187647058?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111123740187647058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111123740187647058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111123740187647058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111123740187647058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/babygurll.html' title='baby.gurll.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111095383474729756</id><published>2005-03-16T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:17:14.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ill.stand.by.you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess tha truth game helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it always helped between tha both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i guess we'll both never stop playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;smhw, everything'll just end up being what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and we'll roll back to tha truth game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's smth bout eu that makes eu diff frm tha rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe tha fear -- well, just maybe it isn't as bad as i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was just waiting for someone like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, Why You Look So Sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t be ashamed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me see you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;’cause I’ve seen the dark side too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don’t know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could make me love you less&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;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So if you’re mad, get mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t hold it all inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, what you got to hide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I get angry too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I’m a lot like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you’re standing at the crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And don’t know which path to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me come along’cause even if you’re wrong&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;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the night falls on you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You’re feeling all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You won’t be on your own&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;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I’ll never desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won’t let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll stand by 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/7752525-111095383474729756?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111095383474729756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111095383474729756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111095383474729756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111095383474729756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/illstandbyyou.html' title='ill.stand.by.you.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-111090259346430638</id><published>2005-03-16T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T08:03:13.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.lurfhvee.eu,.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dreamin', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I must be dreamin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or am I really lyin' here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, you take me in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And though I'm wide awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know my dream is comin' true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;(*) And, oh, I just fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just one touch and then it happens every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there I go I just fall in love again, and when I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can't help myself, I fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Magic, it must be magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The way I hold you and the night just seems to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Easy, for you to take me to a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heaven is that moment when I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Repeat twice (*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Can't help myself, I fall in love with 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/7752525-111090259346430638?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/111090259346430638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=111090259346430638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111090259346430638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/111090259346430638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/ilurfhveeeu.html' title='i.lurfhvee.eu,.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110977863663713461</id><published>2005-03-02T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:50:36.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>find.mie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just read her blogg. agn. and everytyme aft readin her blogg, i really wonderr wheree i'll findd &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i wanna feel it. hw exactly it feels to be with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. to be near &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. to kiss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hug &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, be held by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so tight and hear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whisper to mie ear our soft talk. its gonna be al so different. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shld know it too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shld feel it too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ll prolly be tha only one who udss what im trying to say. only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. but where can i find &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? i dnte even know who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are and im missing &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; alreadyy. find mie. hurry. come find mie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please. please help mie find her. help her findd mie. dnte lose mie. dnte dashh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dreams of mie awayy. hold onn. im right here babehh. just waitt. be patientt. i love &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ll probablyy have nvr seen mie fall into heaps of laughterr, or fall into tearss of sadness, or mie cutting selff; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ll never see &lt;/span&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:#ff9966;"&gt;mie fall in love with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ill always be right here waitingg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110977863663713461?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110977863663713461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110977863663713461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110977863663713461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110977863663713461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/03/findmie.html' title='find.mie.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110959558427224894</id><published>2005-02-28T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T04:59:44.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let.mie.go.</title><content type='html'>eure right. all eu said ytd. eure totally rightt. maybe thats whyie im scaredd of being close to you. thanks fer helpin mie with mie decision. i donte wanna not let you go too. im sick and tired of this. happy, truly happy? i dunno luhhs. i only know i wanna be who i am right now. im happy with mie status. im happy with mieself. i donte need another self check agn. not frm eu, not frm anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;eu* -- eu get eurself smonee better. do mie that favourr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakkss! -- i lurfveeeeee all of eu manns. loads and loadss. thanks so much fer being arndd fer miee. and we'll meet up soon okae? SOON!. -beammsss. lovee eu all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d* -- i donte givee a damn bout wuteverr eu said to him. be who eu are. lyfe's a gamble. eu either sit there and wait fer some sorta miracle to happen or eu get up and do wut eu want fer eurself. if eure just gonna sit there and accpet wutever shieet life has fer eu, well eure losin. so dead losing. eu donte know hw eu make mie feel. eu donte knoww hw im madee to feel. but damn, thanks to eu, im losinn it. really. so this song? it's fer eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*This is what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what you do - &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;You make me wanna leave the one I'm with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Start a new relationship with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think about a ring and all the things that come along with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make me (X2)&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;You make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before anything began between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were like my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The one I used to run and talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When me and my girl was having problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You used to say it'll be OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suggest little nice things I should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when I go home at night and lay my head down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last thing I think about was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now what's bad is you're the one that hooked us up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowing it should have been you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's sad is that I love [him] but I'm falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What should I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I tell my baby bye-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I do exactly what I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could I, I don't wanna go, don't need to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I really need to get it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At this point the situation's out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never meant to hurt her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I gotta let her go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And she may not understand it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While all of this is going onI tried, I tried to fight it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But the feeling's just too strong&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/7752525-110959558427224894?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110959558427224894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110959558427224894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110959558427224894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110959558427224894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/letmiego.html' title='let.mie.go.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110942536762917036</id><published>2005-02-26T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T05:42:47.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im.good.at.pool.[[:</title><content type='html'>stupid gurl cried when dwi was remindin her hw to play pool. stupid gurl was sobbin. what in the world was she thinkin mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, I WON GORDON IN OUR POOL GAMES!. ALL OF THEM!. mel rawks. i loveeee her. hhahahhahs. yes, i loveee mieself. self-obsesseddd. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's comin upp. Os results cominn outt. i hope i can stay where i am now. i donte wanna say goodbye to seasportss. or mie friends. or mie seniors. loveeeee them loadss and loadss! -beamsss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gordon's phone rawkss. i took LOADSS N LOADSSS of picss!. shall uploadd it soon. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110942536762917036?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110942536762917036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110942536762917036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110942536762917036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110942536762917036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/imgoodatpool.html' title='im.good.at.pool.[[:'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110916453549020698</id><published>2005-02-23T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T05:15:35.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mie.bitchy.day.</title><content type='html'>i had a mean day today. ]: terrible. horrible. i had a bad and slpy 2 periods of math lecture. followed by GP test. -ROARSSSS i wass supremely tired and i didnt wanna do anythingg!. hmphrms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gordon was angry with mie today. he says he's not luhhs. but who knows. guys always lie. hmms. im sorry. thanks fer eur slippers thou. and eur sweets. eu rawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i skipped chi lecturee! -beamss. oh gosh, i so totally lurfveee mie chi teacherr. she dusnt go arnd chasin pple up fer class. hmmms. but ill just get scoldin frm her tomorrow. -wonderrss. wuts new thou. hahahhas. im a notti lil' gurl. not. [[: i cante help it. chi lecturee is badd. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhs, i had math tutoriall. and i heardd we have a math test nxt thur. -poutss. ill see if im comin to school. aft gettin back O results. hmms. for a math test!? . ughs. wth. prolly not luhhs. i get to skip math testt! -BEAMSS! mel rawks mel rawkss. -winkss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerome saw mie scarss. i wondered hw i was suppose to feel. its weird talkin abt em. i nvr really did it. so i guess i kinda just talked it off. bluffed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did lose some stuff. to A06, im really really desperately sorry. i know i prolly suck as a civics rep luhhs. but excuse mie. im trying. really. sighss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. and i had lit. and some pple really kindaa pissed mie off. cush i wanted to say smth but they just had to say it too. and i didnt have a chance. i dunno. it was a real bad dayy. esp aft wut happened ytd at tha cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh! i rawwk. we begged tha PW teacherr to let us off early. impromtu bitchess luhhs -- mie, judy, mich. i lurfvve eu gurlls loadsss!! and mich and i manged to run fer tha seasportss buss. sea trng rawkss all tha tymee! [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae gordon, im really sorry. i didnt think he'd do anythin to mie. i dunno. ))=  im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dwi, i guess we finally cleared things up huhs. i hope. but somehow, deep down, i feel there're stiu too much left unsaid. and they cannot be said over the phone, thru msn, email or letters. eu really have to talk things out face to face. its just so different. you know it too. someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AhDArM -- hey ya!. thankss fer all tha care and concern. as a senior, as a friend. -HMMM. hahhahas. eu really rawk deariee. lurfvee eu loadsss and loadsss of sugar plumm fairiess!. hahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and VALUE hates mie to bits and pieces. -poutss she made mie have a meaniee day. sighhs. i donte wanna not like her. but i really cante help it. and now PTM's comin up. wut a stupidd choicee. -ROARRRRRRRRS! ]]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110916453549020698?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110916453549020698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110916453549020698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110916453549020698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110916453549020698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/miebitchyday.html' title='mie.bitchy.day.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110890918295421732</id><published>2005-02-20T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T06:19:42.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.night.out.</title><content type='html'>mie uncle rawkss! he got us free hotel stay ytd at manderin. ((= thankeeeew! wheree the chingay was being conduccted. stupid shit. they totally blocked up tha whole area and i had to walk frm heeren all tha way to centre point then took tha underpass opp and walked all tha way back to tha hotel. -ROARSSSS totally pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwys, i bought honey baked ham fer tha gurlls! mie darlinkss. eu gurlls had funn ytd ehs? and jon was there too!. double funn in bullyin him. and i was conferencin with dwi and gordon. shoot mie someone. LOLL!. come to think of it now, it really wasnt a wise thing to do. hahahhas. and i fergot to bring mie chargerr! -poutss. so i was walkin along orchard road by miself at 0130h myself without a phone. smart mel, so ultra smart. went to tha glutton alley area to eat sambal stingrayy. seriously, its not that bad, just that its super ex! ahhs. and wanted to catch white noisee at cine. but it smhw didnt show! wast`d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i went to meet him in the end. at his placee. 3plus am. smart move babe. ahahahs. n his parents ssent mie home. thankss to them both. DANKE! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms, reached back in tha hotel and i was waitin fer mie babyy to come backk. ((= love eu! -MUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ling, mie dearrr babyy -- eure on tha plane now. and im missing eu loads alreadyy. stiu rmbred when eu came back and we were out together almost everyday. talkin bout jon and dwi. and everythin seemed so perfectt. now its like, yea. eure gone. agn. and ill have to wait nine months beforee seeing eu! -poutss. ill miss eu so bad. i lovee eu to honey bakeed ham! . ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to eu* -- everytyme i hang down on eu or i leave w/out sayin goodbye, well its really nt cush im angry. im just. i just cante seem to wanna argue with eu. im tired and sick of it. and i really cante bear to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110890918295421732?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110890918295421732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110890918295421732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110890918295421732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110890918295421732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/anightout.html' title='a.night.out.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110854940570463558</id><published>2005-02-16T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:23:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick of whatever eu guys wanna think. go ahead. think what eu want. tell mie whatever crap eu guys are burning to tell mie. but hey!? guess what? its mie storyy. and im sick of eu guys interupting it. its mie storry and i donte give a fuck bout what eu guys think. its not as if its gonna change anything ya'll. i mean yea, eur advices are appreciated. but eur judgements and assupmtions are not. so buzz off. knock it out. stop acting as if eu guys know everything that's happening in mie lyfe. eur deduction and what eu perceive things to be from mie blog is just so wrong. so stop it. esp to those who are unhappy with what im writing here. eu really donte have to read this. i donte need eu to read it. neither do i welcome unwanted readers. things between mie and dwi. will only be between the 2 of us. i donte need anyone to come tell mie or him what to do. if we gt things to clear up between ourseleves, we'll solve it ourselves. thanks fer being OVER concerned. but seriously. leave us alone. whats wrong with just being friends with him? whats wrong with typing things bout amos? so what? its my blog ok? MINE. and i really donte care hw eu guys feel. feel sad or hurt or sorry for dwi? get lost. i donte give a shit to whatever eu guys feel. donte read it then! save eurselves tha trouble. when dwi was around it was exactly tha same nonsense eu guys played with us. when dwi was PERHAPS comin back, another same game. now dwi's gone, eure stiu continunin with tha game. stop. chill. go play smth else. go play with smone else. if eure trying to tear us apart of ruin tha friendship between us or even create misudstndin btw us, its so not werkin. so eu can just forget bout it. ive had enough of this. im sick of this. and i truly believe so is dwi. so here's a lil smth from both of us: KNOCK IT OUT AND CHILL IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dwi -- its tha most impressive piece of script eu had in eur blog. ((= lurfvee eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rod -- im not angry with eu anymore. im over it. and if eure over mie sister, well, He has a plan for everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gordon -- hey, thanks fer stayin up last night to accompany thru mie GP essay thou eu were dead tired. and thanks fer such a sweet poem to brighten mie night. eu rawk gordon. owe eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ezruhh -- hey bro, im super sorry i din recognise eur voice ytd over tha phone. but seriously, eu sounded super different. ahhaas. im missing you ALOT! and ill nvr forget eu luhhs. this promise i can keep. lurfveee eu to bits and piecess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;jos -- thanks fer eur concern. i really appreciate it. and im sorry if eu nvr liked mie and stiu donte. thats eur problem. but this story btw mie and dwi, its ours. so let mie write mie part of it mieself ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't think that you can tell me what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the one who knows what's good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm stating my independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gonna take the road I'm gonna take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm gonna make my own mistakes&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;It's my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide how I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide who I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Choice is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And no one gets to make my mind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the one who's runnin' my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&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;Don't think you're ever gonna hold me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couldn't do it then can't do it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm kickin' down all the fences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna do it all and do too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if I mess the whole thing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's my ride&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;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide how I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide who I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Choice is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And no one gets to make my mind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the one who's runnin' my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&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;I'm taking my own chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm finding my own answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm only answering to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And that's the way it's gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110854940570463558?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110854940570463558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110854940570463558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110854940570463558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110854940570463558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-sick-of-whatever-eu-guys-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110839608250743004</id><published>2005-02-14T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:48:02.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over.fer.good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we've been through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too many times to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think it's time to call it quits&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;i don't want to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you don't want to lose me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's better this way&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;the heart i'm always breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;belongs to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't stand hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't take the chance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i guess it's over for good&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;the promises that i could never keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were the most important ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how'd we be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forever&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;i don't want to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you don't want to lose me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's better this way&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;the heart i'm always breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;belongs to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't stand hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can't take the chance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i guess it's over for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for good&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="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;valentines' day today. and everyone thought i was the luckiest girl. to have received 100 roses from you. and many more from gordon, shao kai, cheryl babyy, david, jerome. thanks you all. espeacially to you. thank you. it was a pleasant surprise. but your messages ytd. they really hurt. they broke my heart. and shattered it. wonder if i really was lucky. i wish you came back. really. i wish you came back here. acty that's all i wanted. to see you again. and when you msged me last night, i thought i'd nvr gonna hear from you again. who was to know i received a good morning msg from you. did you really mean what you say? were you forcin yourself to send a good mornin message? i never thought you were capeable of such mean words. it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;shock. it was anger. it was hurt. it was sadness. but ill try not to delete those 6 msgs. cush somehw, i guess its tha truth huhs. and its tha first tyme ever i receive such unkind hurtful stuff. maybe its wut you've always wanted to tell me? i donte knoww. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4 6477 8 56237. 9436 9455 968 2663 2225 4663? 83277 255 843 8463. 9436 9455 968 23 276863 86 9473 8436 2929...&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/7752525-110839608250743004?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110839608250743004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110839608250743004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110839608250743004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110839608250743004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/overfergood.html' title='over.fer.good.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110813624257461155</id><published>2005-02-11T23:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T07:37:22.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.give.mie.lyfe.to.You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;maybe that's whyie i was so hyper just now. trying to bury another sad shot. went to watch a moment to rmb. im sorry dwi. im so sorry. i didnt know i called out amos's name when i got drunk. i didnt know i placed him as mie number one. i know it prolly hurts tons. im sorry. im so sorry. and ive decided to let eu go. forget eu. and everything that happened between us. thats whyie eu havent heard from mie. after watching the show suddenly all i thought about was eu. and i realised hw badly hurt eu were then. eu love mie too much. but all im causing is hurt. so ive decided to ignore eu. no more msgs, no more talkin to eu online. perhaps we ended on a bad note that day. but i guess we were meant to end on a bad note. perhaps. and i donte wanna hurt eu again. so im slowly letting go. but before that, dwi, thank eu so much for the flowers which are comin on vday. im missing eu. but ill nvr admit it over the phone. yea, im letting mie pride built up so the love will be lost. maybe ignorance is the best way to reduce hurt. donte eu think? i guess eu feel the same way, thats why eu havent been msging or calling. its supposed to be good. but now i feel like mie lyfe's a lil' empty. i wunder if eure feeling tha same way. well, eu were a great boyfriend. maybe eu didnt know it, but i know. i was eur baby. once upon a tyme. but that was the fantasy world wasnt it? when eu get eur girl, i hope she's one hellofa darling. one hell of a lover. one who can pull eu closer to Him, one who can change eur perspective of lyfe, one who can put up with eur parents. and i cante do any of the above. so ill be right here praying for eu. i promise. all tha best dwi. He'll guide eu through. believe and have faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but i do miss amos. talking bout sparks. seems like he was the only one who could ever give mie that feeling. and the feeling like im the only girl in the world. i still rmbered telling him that his gf wld be the luckiest; and i still rmbered him calling mie his golden gurl. who was to know i became his girll. but that was all in the past. i think bout it noww and ill smilee to mieself. though i still donte have the guts to open the box or his email again, i always believe he's the one. but perhaps ill never be lucky enough to get who i believe is destined to be mine. so donte talk bout fate or destiny. they nvr score in mie lyfe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gordon, if eu ever find mie blogg, happy reading bout mie lyfee. maybe eull uds whyie i dnte wanna be in any relationshipp noww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Father John, thanks for always being there when i needed you. thanks fer always praying for mie. all tha best fer eur trip to Laos. ill miss eu. eu were the only one i wanted for baptism this yr, but i guess its His call. ive decided to let Him lead mie lyfee for mie. and ill carry his cross without any complains. thanks Father, for everything. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a world which on turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a hope of another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A love that kept the good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were just kids at play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And through the warm of the summer sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or a chill from the winter breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have too much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and now its just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;And now we must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with the strength of our past teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we can bring another day woooah.&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;I know its time to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One last chance to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will always be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many reasons at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many memories inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As another day passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One last chance to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know we will make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as long as we stand by each other&lt;br /&gt;All our dreams will come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as long as love another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I another try to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another chance for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now we must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with the strength of our past teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we can bring another day woooah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its time to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One last chance to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will always be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many reasons at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many memories inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As another day passes by&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/7752525-110813624257461155?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110813624257461155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110813624257461155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110813624257461155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110813624257461155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/igivemielyfetoyou_11.html' title='i.give.mie.lyfe.to.You.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110813624054617891</id><published>2005-02-11T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T07:37:20.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.give.mie.lyfe.to.You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;maybe that's whyie i was so hyper just now. trying to bury another sad shot. went to watch a moment to rmb. im sorry dwi. im so sorry. i didnt know i called out amos's name when i got drunk. i didnt know i placed him as mie number one. i know it prolly hurts tons. im sorry. im so sorry. and ive decided to let eu go. forget eu. and everything that happened between us. thats whyie eu havent heard from mie. after watching the show suddenly all i thought about was eu. and i realised hw badly hurt eu were then. eu love mie too much. but all im causing is hurt. so ive decided to ignore eu. no more msgs, no more talkin to eu online. perhaps we ended on a bad note that day. but i guess we were meant to end on a bad note. perhaps. and i donte wanna hurt eu again. so im slowly letting go. but before that, dwi, thank eu so much for the flowers which are comin on vday. im missing eu. but ill nvr admit it over the phone. yea, im letting mie pride built up so the love will be lost. maybe ignorance is the best way to reduce hurt. donte eu think? i guess eu feel the same way, thats why eu havent been msging or calling. its supposed to be good. but now i feel like mie lyfe's a lil' empty. i wunder if eure feeling tha same way. well, eu were a great boyfriend. maybe eu didnt know it, but i know. i was eur baby. once upon a tyme. but that was the fantasy world wasnt it? when eu get eur girl, i hope she's one hellofa darling. one hell of a lover. one who can pull eu closer to Him, one who can change eur perspective of lyfe, one who can put up with eur parents. and i cante do any of the above. so ill be right here praying for eu. i promise. all tha best dwi. He'll guide eu through. believe and have faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but i do miss amos. talking bout sparks. seems like he was the only one who could ever give mie that feeling. and the feeling like im the only girl in the world. i still rmbered telling him that his gf wld be the luckiest; and i still rmbered him calling mie his golden gurl. who was to know i became his girll. but that was all in the past. i think bout it noww and ill smilee to mieself. though i still donte have the guts to open the box or his email again, i always believe he's the one. but perhaps ill never be lucky enough to get who i believe is destined to be mine. so donte talk bout fate or destiny. they nvr score in mie lyfe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gordon, if eu ever find mie blogg, happy reading bout mie lyfee. maybe eull uds whyie i dnte wanna be in any relationshipp noww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Father John, thanks for always being there when i needed you. thanks fer always praying for mie. all tha best fer eur trip to Laos. ill miss eu. eu were the only one i wanted for baptism this yr, but i guess its His call. ive decided to let Him lead mie lyfee for mie. and ill carry his cross without any complains. thanks Father, for everything. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a world which on turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a hope of another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A love that kept the good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were just kids at play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And through the warm of the summer sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or a chill from the winter breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have too much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and now its just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;And now we must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with the strength of our past teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we can bring another day woooah.&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;I know its time to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One last chance to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will always be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many reasons at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many memories inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As another day passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One last chance to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know we will make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as long as we stand by each other&lt;br /&gt;All our dreams will come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as long as love another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I another try to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another chance for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now we must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with the strength of our past teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we can bring another day woooah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its time to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One last chance to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will always be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know its time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many reasons at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many memories inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As another day passes by&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/7752525-110813624054617891?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110813624054617891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110813624054617891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110813624054617891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110813624054617891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/igivemielyfetoyou.html' title='i.give.mie.lyfe.to.You.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110801392744165922</id><published>2005-02-10T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:38:47.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scarss. </title><content type='html'>aiightss. ((= i finally got tha photos uploaded! im happy noww. tha links are all underr icon photoss which are underr tha linkss to all mie darlinkss blogss. so keep scrolling downn on the right to get to it. -beamss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohs, i was talkin to gordon tiu 4 plus am in tha mornin ytd. crazyy. talkin to eu is really like signing up fer laughter medicine. madd. eu must be drunkk mann! ahahhas. had really loadsaa funn with eu. talked with him and it ended up on a rough note, so i kinda msged gordon and he called. i was surprised. but hey gordon, thanks. owe eu one. eu made mie night! -nodss hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ling's flying off next sunday. and i know im gonna cry. its like, we spent quite alot of tyme together since she came back. she really did help mie in alot of decisions i was stuck on. im really gonna miss her like crazyy. mie dear bitchhmatee. i loveee eu loadsssa chocolate chip cookies! ): ill miss eu. -poutss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i wanted to write a letter to eu aft we hung down ytd. but i tried starting and i didnt get anywhere. i didnt know what to write. all was said. i didnt know where to start, i thought we finished. but somehw we arent are we? and i tried writing but i found that we donte write to each other. its not us. we always talked things out face to face. so i really cldnt get mieself to write anything downn. and even if i did, it'd be writing to mieself. its different. and i felt likee tha tymes i was writing to amos. no, its no s'pposed to be that feeling. i cldnt write to eu. email, yea probablyy. but no letters. i dnte like writing letters. i stopped writing them ages ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gt this frm someone's blogg which brings back memoriess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"scars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she found a way to control her pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but no one will understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so she hides her arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from viewing eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to avoid all the hurtful remarks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the scars left behind will remind her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the pain she went through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the pain built up inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it only relieves the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a few simple seconds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so she'll do it again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the pain won't fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they will never know what she has done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never know the pain she felt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unless they gaze upon the marks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the excuses she will try to make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just to keep her secret safe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110801392744165922?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110801392744165922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110801392744165922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110801392744165922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110801392744165922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/scarss.html' title='scarss. '/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110796408759893502</id><published>2005-02-09T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:48:07.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all.tha.best. </title><content type='html'>aiights everyone.here's eur HAPPY NEW YR. so donte say i didnt msg eu cush im writin it here fer all eu peeps. anywayys. i have to specially thank gordon, mie fashion stylistt, a beeeeeg huge thank eu fer keepin mie company ytd. and shoppin with mie. and helpin with mie selection of clothess. eu rawk on bro!. ((= anwys, i was quite frantic. cush i only realised we were gonna hafta get our new yr clothes ytd. daddy only told mie we were gonna celebrate new yr ytd! -roarssss so i was rushin here and thereee lookin fer clothes. and i saw a toga at isetann. aiightss! ((= its pinks! with loadsaa flowerss. i loveee itt! i was a happy gurl ytd. so thanks gordonn! okae! enough bout new yr. -poutss its boring. and i aint got money enough to fly to sans frans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiights. i serioussly miss mie class noww. -poutss and i cante wait fer vdayy. reallyyyyyy! i wonder whyie. esp since i aint got any vday dates. maybe its cush im askin fer NO vday dates. i dunno. =/ &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stiu rmb last yr vday he told mie it aint much of a beeg deal. cush as long as eu love someone everyday with all eur heart, vday wldnt have to be an exception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think he's with someonee. i wunder who. hahahs. ((= so here's wishing eu all tha best with her aiights? have a blessed and lovely vday with her on monday ya? huggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise everyone's breaking up right noww. everyonee. funny. pple breaking up. lurfve starts with a smile. cntinues with a kiss. and ends with tears. im glad im over mine. i dnte wanna give it all up to someone on vday just cush i wann someone to forget mie. i dnte want to. someone asked mie whyie i had to be so hard on mieself. i guess i grew up this way. i grew up without much love. im yearning for love. and i thought i hadd love. but i realised that love cld go as easily as it came when he threw it all away. i miss him. really. but he's gone. and im. stiu arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;eu know, i guess in spite of mie daily im a perfect gurl shieet, im really not all that. maybe eure rightt. i just wanna keep making eu jealous over and over agin. and all tha lies just to get eu to forget mie. crazily enough, it aint gonna help. or so eu say. maybe ignorin eu's tha best ideaa. but i cante do thatt. im not done with eu. eure not done with mie. there's so much to talk abt. i haven met eu. i want to meet eu. and i wanna talk abt us. -nodds. i really want to. where's we gone to? thanks for teaching mie parts and parcels of mie lyfee. i wonte ferget eu. ((= for now, just so eu know, eu stiu mean loads to mie. and nw im wunderinn, will i be jealouss if some other gurl crosses eur path and enterss eur lyfee? perhaps. but i dnte really care. cush eure no longer minee. i gave eu up. so all tha best with whoeverr's tha new gurll. have a hellofa tyme with emm. it'll be better than being with mie. i assureee eu. i really caused eu loadssaa painn, and hurtt. all tha nonsensee, tha 'mysterious' gurll eu yearned to knoww but i nvr got arnd tellin eu who i really am. neither do eu knoww. there's much more bout mie eu stiu donte know. i donte wann to tell eu. i think eure sick of all these mind games. and im sorry. but its okaee. cause im sick of all eur lies and pretencee. every night i go to bed with tearss in mie eyess. every mornin i wake upp with a smilee on mie facee. every nightt the truth hits. every mornin its pretence tyme. eu realise that donte eu? every night we alwayss hurt. we always give tha truth. and every morning, we always pretend nth ever happened at night. smth's tellin mie i gotta let eu go, cause i know eure nvr comin back. funny hw i so wanted to tell eu i love eu. call eu mie baby. and before hittin on send, ill always erase those words. ill nvr changee being tha blurr 6 yr old gurll. and i hope eu nvr change being tha mature 17 yr old guyy. i wish eu all tha best... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lately I've been trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To fill up my days since you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The speed of love is blinding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I didn't know how to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mind won't clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm out of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My heart's got no room left inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many dreams will end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How long can I pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many times will love pass me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until I find you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will the arms of hope surround me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will time be a fairweather friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Should I call out to angels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or just drink myself sober again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't hide, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still burn for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your memory just won't let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many dreams will end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How long can I pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many times will love pass me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until I find you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd hold you tighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Closer than ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No flame would burn brighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I could touch you once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hold you once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many dreams will end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How long can I pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How many times will love pass me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till I find you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till I find you again . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110796408759893502?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110796408759893502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110796408759893502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110796408759893502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110796408759893502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/allthabest.html' title='all.tha.best. '/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110753354333910236</id><published>2005-02-05T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T08:15:19.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu.will.nvr.know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suddenly, i feel that ive got super alot of great friends. ((= and i feel that there a number of guys. i feel so lucky. i feel so great. ive got mie freedom. ive nvr felt so happy before. and A06, im so sorry guys. i tried mie best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but as i was lookin at tha ring muh dearr darlinkk cheryl and i bought together, our so called engagement ring. i noticed the ring in mie wallet. it was always there. the ring and the photo. of someone who i used to share mie life with. it was always a closed photo. i dunno whyie i stiu keep it. i just have them with mie all the tyme. and somehw, some part of mie opened tha box i placed all OUR stuff. and tha smell of the sweet red candle eu bought when eu went fer eur band competition in england. it was overwhelming. the letters, the drawings eu used to do. goofy. i stiu slp with him every night. hahha. what a past we used to share. snoopy. i so wonder hw he is. -smiles and all tha wonderful tymes we had together. and tears start falling too. hahhas. crazily enough. mie weird mind. i guess i was nvr really done with eu. just kept pushin thoughts of eu away. but when it all comes rolling back, tha feeling's stiu somewhere hidden deep down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its a half yr now. plus minus. and suddenly i missed eu. wanted to msg, wanted to call. but i nvr had tha guts to. eu hate mie donte eu? eu stiu hate tha pressure and whatsoever i put eu thru. but im not tha same as before. and i know that mie chance is gone. im just a lil too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;our memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they can be inviting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but some are altogether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mighty frightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even after all these tymes, eure stiu tha one. always were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but amos, eu will nvr know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110753354333910236?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110753354333910236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110753354333910236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110753354333910236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110753354333910236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/02/euwillnvrknow.html' title='eu.will.nvr.know.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110699229331546946</id><published>2005-01-29T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:51:33.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-poutss</title><content type='html'>im super angry noww. im so angry i can just cry noww. -screammms! DADDY'S THA MEANEST MONSTER AROUND! -poutsss -criess . we saw this superrrr cute doggy lost and hungry. and i so wanted to bring it home. ))= im so angrrY! i feel liek bashin tha daylight outta him. how can anyone be so superr heartless! ))= im never gonna forgive him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NEVER GONNA FORGIVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110699229331546946?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110699229331546946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110699229331546946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110699229331546946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110699229331546946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/poutss.html' title='-poutss'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110682867517361544</id><published>2005-01-27T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T04:24:35.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its.just.at.tha.spd.of.sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;im really happy today. -beamss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i received a parcel frm dwi. he's tha best. he got mie tha rose i wanted. eu rawk dwi! -smwahhs. and even though we've broken up, i want eu to know that ill only accpet it from eu. -nodss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i miss eu. and eur letter. goshh. so sickeningly sweet. -blearghhs! hahahahas. really. and too many things eu shld have told mie then. really. -sighss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;eure just simply sweet. thankss fer tha ubremely long letter. ((= and fer tha rose. esp tha rose. i really din have money to get it. thankss. eure really tha one. if not fer eur fam. ah wells. anyways, this break up really doin us both good ya? hahhas. i really donte have to care much bout eur fam and all. im really free. thankss fer udstanding. eure really great. hopes eu find a great gurll too. hahhahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;thanks again fer tha rose dwi. alwayss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110682867517361544?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110682867517361544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110682867517361544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110682867517361544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110682867517361544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/itsjustatthaspdofsound.html' title='its.just.at.tha.spd.of.sound.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110666537720214585</id><published>2005-01-25T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:02:57.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart.breaker. </title><content type='html'>im just sittin here. waiting. i donte know for what. but i feel im waiting for something to happen. slowly waiting. anticipating. crazy. madness. then now i feel liek crying. im thinkin of all that we used to do. my best friend's gone. n as much as we say we'll still talk to each other on the phone which we do, no doubt bout that. but is the feeling still there? eu were mie best friend. now? i feel us dying. i feel eure gone. we talk. but wuts tha content? things have changed. im not the same. eure not the same too. every night after talking with eu i feel the tears. i really feel them rush down. i always seem to wanna end tha conversation with eu, always saying im tired. but truth is i really cant bear tha fact we're drifting from each other. its so obvious, over the phone. tha way we talk. we aint got tyme fer each other. we donte really feel tha way we say we feel. its so forced. its so accepted to prevent hurting anyone else. but whats tha truth. whyie donte we accept tha truth instead of forcin ourselves to accept smth not true? i donte wanna let us die. but like eu not being brave ennough to stay, i donte think im brave enough to go thru this tough tide with eu. ive lost euu. i lost eu longg tymee ago. am i ever gonna get eu back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. im sorry. this really isnt werkin out is it. keep tellin mieself ill just carry on. crap. phuckin crap. esp when i know i cante. i stiu phuckin blame eu fer not stayinn. just goin. really i do. and i really hate eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110666537720214585?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110666537720214585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110666537720214585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110666537720214585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110666537720214585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/heartbreaker.html' title='heart.breaker. '/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110597306517369350</id><published>2005-01-17T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T06:44:25.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missin'.pple. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;he said in his entry tha only tyme he kept his promise was tha night we got together. maybe we only got together BECAUSE he kept his promise. somehow, promises, to guys, its nothing much, no beeg deal. but to a girl. its perhaps everything. he asked mie to promise his smth before, but i nvr got arnd to doing it. i wonder if he realises it. i cldnt ever bring muhself to do it. i broke promises to amos. i donte wanna break em to eu*. it hurts. eu know it too. eur parents, eu sister. how many promises have they broken? and eu learn from them. i detest them. eu know i look down on them. donte do it anymore. its bad. its wrong. eu cante keep a promise, eu donte make one. ive learnt this. its tyme eu learnt it too. i miss eu thou. ))= call when eu can muh friendd. sighss. and its also not fair that i keep blamin eu fer everything. i guess i play a part in this whole situation we are in now. i feel really screwed. no matter wut, i always come to tha conclusion eure muh only one. somehow, eure tha one who can just uds wut im saying. i mean, even if eu donte, we're stiu engagin in a conversation. eu just seem to be tha only person. but is it right to stiu hold on? no, do we want to stiu hold on? or are we just indirectly forcin ourselves to hold on. i donte wanna let go yet. but maybe its tyme? we say we can werk thangs out. but, how long more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my monday tymetable sarks luhhs. its muh long day. sighss. but i love muh class. seriously. pple liek ahmad, jerome, judy... ahhahahs. they really rawk manns. ((= i love being with emm! wheeee~! and mie pe teaccher. well, he's damn nice luhhs. but trng liek super strict luhhs. ughss. -groanss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmmms. i miss gen!! ))= gen, if eure readin this, i miss eu tons of honey waffles kisses. sighss. i shall go visit eu one of these days k? msg mie or smth babee! i loveeee eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Broken this fragile thing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I give up (I give up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just want to tell you so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here I go so dishonestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leave a note for you my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110597306517369350?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110597306517369350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110597306517369350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110597306517369350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110597306517369350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/missinpple.html' title='missin&apos;.pple. '/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110588020208123927</id><published>2005-01-16T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T04:56:42.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's.okae. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;today i realised that death and lyfe are so near yet so far. some school teacher in my primary school passed away. and i just find it unbearably confusing. i just saw him and heard frm him a few weeks ago. and now. now he's not even around. i finally realise that pple can just go so easily. that i shld treasure every single one even those im not close to everyday. i donte wanna lose em so easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahhahas. i finally have music in mie blog. ahss. i love tha song. and tha lyrics. its damn nice luhhs!. whheeee! -beamss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dwi. im sorry. im tryin man. dammit. but i donte seem to be able to succeed. damm. i dunno eu anymore. its weird. eu dunno mie anymore too. and eu know, if eu really want mie. it really dusnt matter if we're together or if we break up right now. cush eu know ill go back to eu if i want to next tyme. and vice versa. so there really aint any beeg deal. wuts more, we both have tha memories we share. good tymes, bad tymes. and tha best part, dwi, is that i know eull always be around fer mie, and likewise. i know that no matter wut, even if i say goodbye right now, and leave us both in tears, i can just call eu up and talk to eu liek a normal friend. we'd both want that. and i know we'd both do that willingly. im missing eu dwi. but im missing eu as a friend. eu know, now euve left, i really feel that sense of freedom. liek. i can breathe. i can go out with anyone at anytyme without thinkin whether eull be okae with it or not. eu cante do anythin. neither wld i know wut eure doing there. i need that freedom. i needed that so badly. and now its here. ive nvr felt better in my entire lyfe. im enjoyin, im happy. in fact, i love this kinda feeling so much. ive made more new friends, i really am happy this way. i thought that after eu leave things wldnt be alryte at all. i was stiu self deluded. i cld only see part of tha picture. but now eure not arnd, i reflect back ALONE, MYSELF, and i realise tha beeg picture isnt as it seems to be. its totally different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this song in muh blog is just fer eu*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Call me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You stayed inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is where you hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shot me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I flew by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You forget where the heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer no, to these questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let her go, learn a lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not me, your not listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, cant you see somethings missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You forget where the heart is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You stay and forget where the heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someday if ever you loved me you'd say, its okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waking up from this nightmare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How's your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's it like there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it all what you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does it hurt when you think about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how broken my heart is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You stay and forget where the heart is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someday if ever you loved me you'd say, it's okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its ok to be angry and never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It only gets harder the more that you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you get lonely if no ones around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We came together but you left alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I know how it feels to walk out on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe someday I will see you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You stay, and forget where the heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someday if ever you loved me you'd say, it's okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's okay It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110588020208123927?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110588020208123927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110588020208123927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110588020208123927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110588020208123927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/itsokae.html' title='it&apos;s.okae. '/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110580483134771913</id><published>2005-01-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T08:00:31.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.love.ya'll.loads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rc idol today. i haven seen thosee beautifull darlinkks fer so long. i have missed eu guyss! all of eu.! i love yall! ((= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;went to make luc's poster today. ((= hahahs. LUCAS! if eure readin this. eu better hang up that poster in eur room! and look at it everyday. hahahhas. as in EVERY SINGLE DAY! hahahhas. eu did really well tonight. im serious. join solo next yr. eure DEFINITELY gonna win. and ill go vote more tymes fer eu mans! eu rawkk lucc! RCIY LOVES EU! -smuahhx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;had a real great tyme with rod and tim and steph today. ahaha. but tha guys were seriously tryin super hard to get mie pic! -roarss. and in tha end each had 4 pics of mie! ROD ! i haven taken pic with eu yeet! -roarss. steph wore a skirt todayy! she looks so sweeet! muh dear darling. hahahhahhs. WOOTS! i bet she's rollin her eyes right noww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahhahaha. ooh. and I DONTE KNOW was superr hott! ((= i loveedd their song. and i LOVED their guitarist. he's just liek so hot. hahahha. woooots! and he's got that shy shy face. hahahs. so cutee. hahahs. simplyy him`. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyways, here's to alex, jeremy. thanks guys, so much fer sendin mie home ytd. eu guys rawkkk! ((= -smuahxx. and jeremyy! give us backk our changee! ahhahhas. david, tha splashin of water really wasnt a good idea. esp when eu threw it at mie. eu sark. seriously. jerk. get a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hongwen, believe eu can do it! -winkss i got faith in eu. take it slowly, one step at a tyme. dammit. please have more confidence in eurselff! -roarss and here's to eu gettin to sailin'. eu MUST okae? eu really MUST. pleaseeee. and eure seriously not fat luhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love muh OG. i love sirius. and i love A06. eu guys there all rawk. i lovee risen christ peeps.! i missed eu guys tons of honey waffle kisses!. i love ya'll! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amazing. i donte really need anyone right now. even when i get emotional. perhaps tha reason whyie i donte need anyone is cush im not emotional anymore. somehow, withou eu* arnd, things are slowly being wut they shld always have been. we shldnt have ever been together. it was never right. after amos left i shld have been alone. single. and it's startin now. im enjoyin it. seriously i am. finally i am? rod, eure wrong. tha song emotional by diana degarmo? it dusnt apply to mie anymore. im not who i used to be. ive changed. and im happy this way. im stronger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't need to be anything other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Than a prison guard's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't need to be anything other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Than a specialist's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't have to be anyone other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Than the birth of two souls in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from&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;*I don't want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wondering what I've got to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&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;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I the only one who noticed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;Can I have everyone's attention please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I came from the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The crust of creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My whole situtaion-made from clay to stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now I'm telling everybody&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="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ps: to eu boy. i donte know wtf happened btw eu and her or wutsoevar. i donte know whyie tha hell eu went where eu went just now with whoever. but i just want eu to not give a hoot bout wut others think bout eu. iits not impt. eu donte have to care. let em think wut they wanna think. so what? to hell with em. they donte know no shieet. but i know eu. maybe not v well. but im eur friend. and ill stick up fer eu. rmb that no one in this phuckin' world can bring eu down except eur self. i haven seen eu nor heard frm eu fer so long. but wut eu sent mie this aftnoon. if eu ever wanna do it again, talk bout stuff, vent eur frustrations wutsoevar. eu know mie house add, eu know mie phone number. ill always be here fer eu.&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/7752525-110580483134771913?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110580483134771913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>goodbye.and.all.tha.best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this song's fer eu*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="lyrid" style="COLOR: rgb(5,5,5)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's only fiction that causes all the sparks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;They come between us and blow the world apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's only tension that I can't diffuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You really made you mark, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've still got the bruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And now there's nothing left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;just another twisted wreck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with love like Semtex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Like a dud fire work that goes off in your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we should have lit the sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but we burnt down the whole place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And now there's nothing left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;just another twisted wreck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with love like Semtex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;More like a letter bomb blast than a valentine card,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with love like Semtex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And now there's nothing left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;just another twisted wreck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with love like Semtex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;More like a letter bomb blast than a valentine card,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with love like Semtex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Goodbye and all the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;, with love like Semtex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110561416134849898?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110561416134849898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110561416134849898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110561416134849898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110561416134849898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/goodbyeandallthabest.html' title='goodbye.and.all.tha.best.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110543973248177723</id><published>2005-01-11T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T02:35:32.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when.eu*.hold.mie.close,.look.mie.in.e.eyes.and.whisper.to.mie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;guess college. it aint really all that bad. many interesting stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and i met this guy. hmmms. he reminds mie of ydna. i wonder how he's been. i passed his house today while goin to tm. i miss him. i guess. just suddenly. but this guy in sch. yea. same character. ((= 'nice knowin eu' too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;winkss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;eu* called lasst night. eu* called this morning. eu* donte have to call everyday. its freakin ex. and its freakin not easy tryin to save up and having to spend money on all these calls. i mean. its not that i donte wanna hear eu or whatsoever. its just that i cant bear seein eu werk so hard and lettin all that cash drain away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;funny. eu know who i really really am jealous of? i shall tell eu* when eu* call again. she's got everything she wants. she's everything i truly really am. but eu wonte know. bcush eu* cante accept mie that way. grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-roarss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;im so tired of being mie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-smirkzx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[dancin; mama//]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110543973248177723?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110543973248177723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110543973248177723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110543973248177723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110543973248177723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/wheneuholdmiecloselookmieineeyesandwhi.html' title='when.eu*.hold.mie.close,.look.mie.in.e.eyes.and.whisper.to.mie.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110537347977021095</id><published>2005-01-11T00:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T08:11:19.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.want.eu*.back.right.now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i guess to everyone im alryte. like i look alryte. i sound alryte. i act alryte. i say im alryte. but liek he once wrote in his blog 'but dammit acting realli fucking kills. yea.. so it's like.. fuck.. i dunno. we say oni.. say any cocks oso can say..but r we realli doing it? fuck this whole shit man.. i wished, it all never happened.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yea. i was just surfing arnd, and i decided to read his past entries. and somehow or rather. i miss him. then i just started tearing. crazy huhs. i donte show it to anyone. not even ling. but when im all alone i just start crying. sounds so dumb. as if crying helps one bit. but tha tears just start flowing. at night ill just wake up in tha middle of tha night crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i always thought that he'd be arnd for mie no matter what. his presence used to be ever so comforting. seriously. ive always wanted a beeg brother. a brother. someone to take care of mie so i didnt have to be oldest in tha family. and it happened. but like its said, He gives eu a present, He can take it away from eu too. but those times he was arnd for mie. it really seemed like my life was so much better. not much quarrels with my parents, no sadistic thoughts whatsoever. even if i wanna beer, daddy wld let me do so willingly. even mommy wld let me come home at 11plus, 12am. they trusted him. and so did i. he took care of me. my house was his second home. my dad was his 'counsellor'. everyone in this whole place loved him. even eric. he spent all his tyme with me. it was his choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;perhaps too much of his tyme that i took him for granted, even feeling that it was irritating havin him arnd. but others have not much to say cush they took him for granted too. and all this while he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with mie. why cldnt i see that earlier? why didnt i know him earlier? why was i so scared? all tha while i was trying my best to be prevvent anymore hurt that i missed tha fact that he cld help me. i refused to listen to anyone. even him. one door closed behind me and it took me far too long to realise another was widely opened, just waiting for me. god. i feel so dumb. and now he's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he says gone for now. he says he'll come back. say only. say any cock can also say. sounds familiar huhs. but i know he wonte. all this tyme i was right. i wldnt be wrong on this too. but even though i know he wonte im stiu believin he will. its so stupid. i mean, look at his future. all planned out for him. he dusnt even have to worry bout anything at all. he's rich anyways. worry bout wut. whyd he come back? there's nth left for him here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;except memories. and i know no matter how hard he tries, he can nvr erase em. neither can i. i so much wanna go reach out to him, stop him, hugg him and nvr let go. i wanna tell him how much he means to me. i wanna let him know how thankful i am for everything he did. but i wonte have another chance to meet him aggain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its impossible luhhs. number of cute hotties in college but im not attracted to any of em. ha. i always laugh at that. a few yrs back, a few months ago, id prolly be head over heels. but right now. right now i feel like i only miss him. i only think bout him. its crap. suddenly like i cannot find anyone as great as him. or rather anyone who loves me more than he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;every day im looking forward to his call. every day im looking forward to hearing his voice, to just talk to him the way i used to. so little tyme. so much to say. i once told him i didnt liek face to face talks. but he changed that fer mie. now i aint got no chance. no matter how much i want to. just to reach out, look him in tha face. hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;eu* act brave. eu act like eu donte care bout this whole thing. eu act happy eu say eure okae. eu act normal. eure trying eur best to. fool others. eu cante get pass mie. my house was eur second home. donte forget that. donte forget wut was written on eur blog. 'but dammit acting realli fucking kills.' if it does, whyie do eu keep forcing eurself to do it. its tearing me apart. ive given up on whatever pride. perhaps thats the only reason whyie im stiu goin strong. for how long, im not sure. give up on eur pride. eu donte need it. it'll kill eu too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this is wut eu told mie too. 'dammit.. something just made me want to type this. anytime u want me back.. i'll always be there. I mean it'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i want eu back right now. will eu be arnd? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every night I hear you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you wanna tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm afraid of waking up without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe I misunderstand but when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I reach and touch your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't feel you anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You seem a million miles away from me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby but I'm right beside you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Talk to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't stand to see those tears in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd do anything that takes to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if it's just to say goodbye &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;Whatever's so hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever makes you turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't be any worse than I imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You gotta tell me what you need from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To hold you close or set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coz' I just wanna see you smile again &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;But I can't help you if you keep me in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Open up your breaking heart and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know how to ease the pain you're going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby tell me what to do &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;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't stand to see those tears in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd do anything that takes to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I hold you close so set you free to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if it's just to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752525.post-110537347849417883</id><published>2005-01-11T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T08:11:18.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.want.eu*.back.right.now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i guess to everyone im alryte. like i look alryte. i sound alryte. i act alryte. i say im alryte. but liek he once wrote in his blog 'but dammit acting realli fucking kills. yea.. so it's like.. fuck.. i dunno. we say oni.. say any cocks oso can say..but r we realli doing it? fuck this whole shit man.. i wished, it all never happened.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yea. i was just surfing arnd, and i decided to read his past entries. and somehow or rather. i miss him. then i just started tearing. crazy huhs. i donte show it to anyone. not even ling. but when im all alone i just start crying. sounds so dumb. as if crying helps one bit. but tha tears just start flowing. at night ill just wake up in tha middle of tha night crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i always thought that he'd be arnd for mie no matter what. his presence used to be ever so comforting. seriously. ive always wanted a beeg brother. a brother. someone to take care of mie so i didnt have to be oldest in tha family. and it happened. but like its said, He gives eu a present, He can take it away from eu too. but those times he was arnd for mie. it really seemed like my life was so much better. not much quarrels with my parents, no sadistic thoughts whatsoever. even if i wanna beer, daddy wld let me do so willingly. even mommy wld let me come home at 11plus, 12am. they trusted him. and so did i. he took care of me. my house was his second home. my dad was his 'counsellor'. everyone in this whole place loved him. even eric. he spent all his tyme with me. it was his choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;perhaps too much of his tyme that i took him for granted, even feeling that it was irritating havin him arnd. but others have not much to say cush they took him for granted too. and all this while he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with mie. why cldnt i see that earlier? why didnt i know him earlier? why was i so scared? all tha while i was trying my best to be prevvent anymore hurt that i missed tha fact that he cld help me. i refused to listen to anyone. even him. one door closed behind me and it took me far too long to realise another was widely opened, just waiting for me. god. i feel so dumb. and now he's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he says gone for now. he says he'll come back. say only. say any cock can also say. sounds familiar huhs. but i know he wonte. all this tyme i was right. i wldnt be wrong on this too. but even though i know he wonte im stiu believin he will. its so stupid. i mean, look at his future. all planned out for him. he dusnt even have to worry bout anything at all. he's rich anyways. worry bout wut. whyd he come back? there's nth left for him here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;except memories. and i know no matter how hard he tries, he can nvr erase em. neither can i. i so much wanna go reach out to him, stop him, hugg him and nvr let go. i wanna tell him how much he means to me. i wanna let him know how thankful i am for everything he did. but i wonte have another chance to meet him aggain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its impossible luhhs. number of cute hotties in college but im not attracted to any of em. ha. i always laugh at that. a few yrs back, a few months ago, id prolly be head over heels. but right now. right now i feel like i only miss him. i only think bout him. its crap. suddenly like i cannot find anyone as great as him. or rather anyone who loves me more than he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;every day im looking forward to his call. every day im looking forward to hearing his voice, to just talk to him the way i used to. so little tyme. so much to say. i once told him i didnt liek face to face talks. but he changed that fer mie. now i aint got no chance. no matter how much i want to. just to reach out, look him in tha face. hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;eu* act brave. eu act like eu donte care bout this whole thing. eu act happy eu say eure okae. eu act normal. eure trying eur best to. fool others. eu cante get pass mie. my house was eur second home. donte forget that. donte forget wut was written on eur blog. 'but dammit acting realli fucking kills.' if it does, whyie do eu keep forcing eurself to do it. its tearing me apart. ive given up on whatever pride. perhaps thats the only reason whyie im stiu goin strong. for how long, im not sure. give up on eur pride. eu donte need it. it'll kill eu too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this is wut eu told mie too. 'dammit.. something just made me want to type this. anytime u want me back.. i'll always be there. I mean it'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i want eu back right now. will eu be arnd? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every night I hear you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you wanna tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm afraid of waking up without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe I misunderstand but when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I reach and touch your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't feel you anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You seem a million miles away from me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby but I'm right beside you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Talk to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't stand to see those tears in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd do anything that takes to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if it's just to say goodbye &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;Whatever's so hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever makes you turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't be any worse than I imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You gotta tell me what you need from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To hold you close or set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coz' I just wanna see you smile again &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;But I can't help you if you keep me in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Open up your breaking heart and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know how to ease the pain you're going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby tell me what to do &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;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's what my love is here for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't stand to see those tears in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd do anything that takes to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I hold you close so set you free to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if it's just to say goodbye&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/7752525-110537347849417883?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110537347849417883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110537347849417883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110537347849417883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110537347849417883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/iwanteubackrightnow.html' title='i.want.eu*.back.right.now.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110502285475918560</id><published>2005-01-06T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T06:47:34.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly.kisses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hmmms. im glad he's got his life back. ((= really i am. hopess eu guys lastt loooonnnnnng! ((= yays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i miss going to lorong J. ))= i miss tha playgrnd we used to hang out at. i miss tha crazy screamy bike rides eu used to cycle. hahhas. i miss tha gay pizza guy we used to call. i miss tha tears, laughter, hugs we used to share. i miss tha omelette with chesse eu used to make! i miss tha sushi and apple chips we used to eat. i miss tha bullyin and teasin i used to get from eu. i miss biting eu! hehs. i miss messing up eur room. i miss cookin with eu! i miss all tha sweet bitter sour salty times we shared. i miss tha wakin up and goin to slp butterfly kisses. i miss talkin in chinese with eu! i miss beering with eu. i miss tha run after tha cab in tha rain sessions with eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i just miss eu. really badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;goodnight dear. sleep well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-butterfly kisses-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110502285475918560?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110502285475918560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110502285475918560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110502285475918560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110502285475918560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/butterflykisses_06.html' title='butterfly.kisses.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110502283877859403</id><published>2005-01-06T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T06:47:18.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly.kisses.</title><content type='html'>hmmms. im glad he's got his life back. ((= really i am. hopess eu guys lastt loooonnnnnng! ((= yays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to lorong J. ))= i miss tha playgrnd we used to hang out at. i miss tha crazy screamy bike rides eu used to cycle. hahhas. i miss tha gay pizza guy we used to call. i miss tha tears, laughter, hugs we used to share. i miss tha omelette with chesse eu used to make! i miss tha sushi and apple chips we used to eat. i miss tha bullyin and teasin i used to get from eu. i miss biting eu! hehs. i miss messing up eur room. i miss cookin with eu! i miss all tha sweet bitter sour salty times we shared. i miss tha wakin up and goin to slp butterfly kisses. i miss talkin in chinese with eu! i miss beering with eu. i miss tha run after tha cab in tha rain sessions with eu.&lt;br /&gt;i just miss eu. really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight dear. sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-butterfly kisses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110502283877859403?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110502283877859403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110502283877859403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110502283877859403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110502283877859403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/butterflykisses.html' title='butterfly.kisses.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110476444074339535</id><published>2005-01-03T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T07:00:40.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuts.to.scars.to.free.DIY.tattoo. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ps. i saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; this guy's blog. COOL SHIEETT`! goshh. im jealous. its soooo super niceee! ((= got pictures of his arm. he cut his arm and his wrist there. its like his arm just got loads and loads and loads of cuts. yea. SO COOOL! its really alot lorhs. from elbow all tha way to tha hand. then his wrist cut 'pain' and 'need you'. super niceeee. ((= im lovin it`! imagine after tha wounds heal. crap arse. he got like scars of tha wordd! shit arse freakin tattoo! FOC! crap shieet`..! damn freakin nice! -beamss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HMMMMMMMMMMS...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its got mie thinkin'. -winkss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah, mie dear split personality. eure coming back. ughhs!. confusion, temptation, seduction, weak. im being made a weaklin'. save miee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110476444074339535?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110476444074339535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110476444074339535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110476444074339535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110476444074339535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/cutstoscarstofreediytattoo.html' title='cuts.to.scars.to.free.DIY.tattoo. '/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110475201751499465</id><published>2005-01-03T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T03:33:37.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad.dae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crazily alone. its killing mie. yes. being in JC is totally different from sec sch. there are liek super alot of cute hot guys. and there are so many things eu can do, sch rules are so lac. but i feel so. crap. i mean, it is fun luhhs. but liek, t hell with it luhhs. dusnt really rawk that much luhhs. and i just kinda miss tha freaks. A TEENY WEENY BIT!. yea. ONLY a lil bit. and tha cute hot guys. gees. i mean, the one i met is an arsehole. yea. but tha OGLs are okae luhhs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and jos uhhs. eure right bout one point. its ULTRA boring. and waking up early just fer school sarks to hell. yea. eu lucky arseee... wake up so late! -roarss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im really tired. and i feel really dead. like super no interest in anything. i dunno whyie. and i was thinking if dwi were arnd everything wld be so much better. like my life wldnt be so, so screw`d? walking back alone, i can picture tha tymes we cycled down tha streets. and i miss eu. yea. thats bout it. alot too. and i hate missing eu! - roars dwi eur parents really sark know. to hell with em luhhssss... -roarss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-criess- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bad day. im feeling sad okae? and jos donte eu dare laugh eu mean arse.  -roarss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ps. dwi donte lock ur entries anymore luhhs. yea. and go update our blogg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toung-tied, wrist wrist, and wanting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looks like you might bite, you might bite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breathin in, breathin out, you're weakened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The poison's hit your mind, your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time's ticking and its got ya thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're happy with your life, your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're cheated, slated and singled out by all those chains that bind, that bind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take a trip, plane my way lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause now you are mine, you are mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This airplane's goin my way cause now you're bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now sit and reflect on all the fame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time to dim your light, your light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zoomin in, zoomin out, you're questioning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For that there is no crime, no crime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're cheated, slated and singled out, by all those chains that bind, that bind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take a trip plane my way lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause now you are mine, you are mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This airplane's goin my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause now you're bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we fly...we fly...we fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we fly...we fly...we fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we fly...and we fly....away, away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bound and tied, bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're Bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bound and tied, bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're Bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bound and tied, bound and tied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're Bound and tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110475201751499465?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110475201751499465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110475201751499465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110475201751499465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110475201751499465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/baddae.html' title='bad.dae.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110464600012933201</id><published>2005-01-02T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:11:40.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gamee!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mie new yr's resolutions : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;buy new clothess! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;try to be a good girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;grow at least till 163 or 165cm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;keep up tha every fri. vegetarian thinggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;have funn while studyin and werkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;be happy and less emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;be a dancin queen! ((= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;have faith and hope always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;be God's good gurrl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so eu guys, please help mie live up to these few resolutionss. ((= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im game for 2005. are eu?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110464600012933201?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110464600012933201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110464600012933201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110464600012933201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110464600012933201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/gamee.html' title='gamee!.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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-7752525.post-110451868005059053</id><published>2005-01-01T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:44:40.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>muh.regards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;happy new year everyone. yea, stay happy this new yr. and have ur dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;to eu jos -- im really happy for eu. finally found ur life back, finally got who eu always wanted. and sorted all the mess out. well, alls well that ends well. so im glad all of us are back to who we were. and we are happy people! ((= yea. im sorry fer all the crap that happened btw us. but i have to confess luhhs, im glad we both turned back ytd so we cld like leave things without any regrets and leave with a smile on our faces. things cleared, case closed. and as always, i wanna let eu know that eu gotta a friend if eu need one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to my dear darlingg cousin, ling -- i love eu so muchh! thanks fer spending so much time with me during this holidae, for ur advices on things happening btw me and dwi, reflections on how i shld have settled things and all. when i needed someone most, eu were there fer me all the time. and thats sth i really really appreciate from tha bottom of my heart. ive never felt so udstooded before. i guess cush eu have been thru wut im goin thru now, and eu uds everything. thanks so much gurll. i love eu babe. hope eu and jon stay steady always. keep tha faith babee! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to rod -- hey lil bro. thanks fer being arnd when i needed someone to kill and tease and all. winkss. and learn from me. eu really are a charm. my sis will learn to love eu the day she starts to open up herself, the day when she learns to uds who she really is. if eu keep the faith and hope like dwi did, i believe shell be touched by eu. eu remind me so much of dwi and thus i say eu go learn from him. he impressed me. eu got loads to learn. winkss. and im not biasedd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to ced -- yea, eu cry but rmb that eu when eu finish eu become stronger ya? if not itll just be self-pity. eull pull thru this. belive in urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to amos -- hey dude. yea. still rmb me? funny thing, i just read ur letters. the ones we scanned thru computer. hehs. well, ive let bygones be bygones much to ur relieve i guess. but thru our relationship ive learnt so much about myself. more than i cld ever imagine. and i have only eu to thank. thank eu so much for hurting me and letting me fall. unexpected huh. but seriously and sincerely, thank eu for that. because only from that i learnt to be a stronger person, ive learnt to be closer to Him and ive learnt not to be so vulnerable. so amos, here's to eu having the greatest girl eull ever find. and perhaps one day, just one day ill see eu again ya. at tha usual plac&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lastly to dwi -- hey dear, whatever status we are holding onto now, i donte really care anymore. it isnt impt to me. i just hope that eu learn to be happy in wherever eull be soon. study hard, and donte compromise on ur priorities. sometimes darling, donte listen to ur heart. cush itll cause more hurt than eu can ever imagine. being with eu every single day and night the past few months, the memories mean so much to me. i love eu. really i do. i mean, yea. there's sth called email! or letters! or phone call! and eu know my numberr! so, yea. ill stiu be here. im always here. and will always be here for eu ok? no matter what happens. im ur angel. and im sorry i hurt eu once. but so did eu and i guess we're quits. anyways, please pass me ur add in wherever eull be living cush if im stoppin college, ill prolly grab my savings and catch a plane over there. ((= i miss eu baby. i do. euve stiu not come online this whole day and im still praying eure coming back. crazy 6 yr old thought. but that was how eu always thought of me. that was who eu love. and im still me. i cant ever change me. this will who i will always be. this will who eull always love. so whenever any doubt crosses ur mind, donte ever forget this comforting fact. no matter how much eu think ive changed, this 6 yr old girl will always be here. ill always be here. i wonte change fer eu. i donte have to. despite how i look, or how many piercings i have, or what i wear. dear, whats most impt stiu comes from the inside. and i stiu love eu. and ur cooking, ur taking real great care of me. because for once, ive met someone who loves me more than i cld ever love myself. and eu taught me things i cld never ever have learnt from anyone else cush eu showed me. eu made me believe in myself cush eu believed in me. eu let me have faith and hope right now cush eu kept the faith and the hope burning thruout our darkest moments. eu taught me how to perservere and never give up by never letting go even thou i was the meanest arse ever to eu. and that i know no one else in this whole world wld ever do. thou eu broke many broken promises and its MANY. esp the most impt one, tell me im stupid to love eu. say it. i kept telling myself that. but i realised i cldnt find anyone else who'd ever love me as much as eu did. too many things we went thru together, never failing to give each other support. we were always known as eu giving in so much to me. that was the way others always felt bout us. but eu nvr cared bout em. now i uds why and im learning. but i think ill stop pooling for tha tyme being. i THINK. cush there'll be no one else givin in to me or to teach me. winkss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; eull always be in my heart baby, no matter what happens. i love eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Usher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was feelin rather low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I needed someone to, lift my spirits up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I dropped in on a dance, just to take a glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And there this lovely thing was, she was more than enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I asked her for her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Said would you like to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So pleased that I had asked, she quickly took my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we danced and fell in love, on a slow jam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohhhhhh&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;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a slow jam, for my baby and, me yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a slow jam, for my baby and for me yeah&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;(Chorus)&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;(Monica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seems what you say is true, I feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See I've waited all night long, just to dance with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And when you touched my hand, I knew you were the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To turn my world around, and make my, dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The magic in your eyes, made me realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That everything I feel, has got to be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we danced and fell in love, on a slow jam&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;(Chorus)&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;(Usher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ive been tryna find someone who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could give my good lovin to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never ever did I dream I'd find someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah&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;(Monica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been trying to find someone too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I prayed to heaven, and then I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Usher and Monica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swear I fell in love the night you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;danced into my heart&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;(Chorus)&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;On a slow jam, Can I get a slow slow jam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play another slow jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you gonna slow jam?&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;(Chorus til fade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this song's for eu baby. eull love it. i promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752525-110451868005059053?l=spinergurl_13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/feeds/110451868005059053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752525&amp;postID=110451868005059053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110451868005059053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752525/posts/default/110451868005059053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spinergurl_13.blogspot.com/2005/01/muhregards.html' title='muh.regards.'/><author><name>melissa_ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340176044375259652</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></feed>
