<?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-36625682</id><updated>2011-11-30T01:33:06.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my nice blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-7651159178215294885</id><published>2011-11-30T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:33:06.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the end of this week most of my friends will have ORDed while i am stuck here with 13 weeks to go till i am once again a civilian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I find myself finding more and more reasons not to go to camp... to clear as much off and leave as &amp;nbsp;I can. I just feel that being there is of absolutely no use to my personal well-being. It seems as if without me nothing gets done. I hate to sound egoistical, but thats the way it seems to be. I can go on off for 5 days and come back to find nothing change and work waiting for me to do... seriously its a WTS moment. I feel like just fuck caring all of it... after all i am just an NSF this does not in anyway affect my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my normal stuff, i am much happier now aside from army pissing me off. i guess i have just accepted that things are the way they are and nothing i do is going to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7651159178215294885?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7651159178215294885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7651159178215294885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7651159178215294885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7651159178215294885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/11/by-end-of-this-week-most-of-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-9216143386786535705</id><published>2011-08-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:23:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we hold on as hard as we can.&lt;div&gt;we cling on to the &lt;strike&gt;hope &lt;/strike&gt;illusion that everything is as it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we &lt;strike&gt;believe &lt;/strike&gt;fool ourselves things will get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then one day we open our eyes and see that its all gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it has left our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the illusion collapses and we are left in a state of shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a wrenching feeling in our gut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we realise that we have been keeping our distance to protect ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;locking everything away in a illusion that would one day crumble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of a sudden its gone, and all that's left are the memories and an empty feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-9216143386786535705?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/9216143386786535705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=9216143386786535705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9216143386786535705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9216143386786535705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-hold-on-as-hard-as-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-9175604571127417196</id><published>2011-06-23T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:08:20.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't continue this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-9175604571127417196?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/9175604571127417196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=9175604571127417196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9175604571127417196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9175604571127417196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-cant-continue-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-8151506346822138755</id><published>2011-06-22T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:55:16.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how to deal with what is happening in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if everything is in one big mess, one big chaotic mess waiting for the right moment to blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person can only fail so many times, can only blame other factors so many times before they have to admit and except the fact that the root of all these failures is the undeniable truth that they just suck! I think that I have reached that stage in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I have never been good enough in anything that I do, in anything that I set out to achieve, I am always just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;(All this is just me wallowing in self pity, Pathetic!)&lt;br /&gt;I try, God knows how I try, I always give my all in everything I do, I train, I practise, I study, I prepare, yet somehow when it comes right down to it, somehow I am always walking out of the place with my head hung low, disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the smarter thing to do would be to accept my defeat, my disappointment, take it in stride move on and never try for the same thing again, yet somehow someone will soon come along and convince me to try again, telling me that I will not be disappointed twice, I mean how likely is it that you can fail at the same thing again?&lt;br /&gt;Well sad to say somehow I am able to do just that. despite it all, I am able to beat the odds and fail again and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies, Sports, Driving, Relationships, even Friendships, you name it I have failed at it. Its pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone I can talk to, to complain to, to rant and pour my troubles out to. I use to have someone like that, a few someones, yet somehow I managed to screw them up. Must be the whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when I had someone to msg, to just talk. now weeks can go by without a single msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this post I can't help but feel that all this is very pathetic, but its the truth, its whats going through my mind, it what i feel on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I am supposed to deal with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-8151506346822138755?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/8151506346822138755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=8151506346822138755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8151506346822138755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8151506346822138755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-know-how-to-deal-with-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7001820391782253011</id><published>2011-06-13T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:11:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is going to be a very hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;I predict long hours in the office, truckloads of stuff to prepare, and generally stressed out people working all around. Wednesday, that is the day we are all anxiously waiting for, once Wednesday comes and goes, all this&amp;nbsp; will be over. guess i just have to hold out for about 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I care too much about what others think about me, i should remember that after these 8 months that i have left here, chances are i will never see most of these people again. So, I don't really need to care if they like me or not, all I need to do is do my work to my fullest capacity and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a book. ok random...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7001820391782253011?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7001820391782253011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7001820391782253011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7001820391782253011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7001820391782253011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-week-is-going-to-be-very-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1198674485347826155</id><published>2011-06-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:12:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I use to be patient, i use to think things through before doing anything, i use to be fearless, i use to be calm, i use to know what i want.&lt;div&gt;Now i am impulsive, i am rash, i make decisions without thinking, i am afraid to do anything cause of all the "what ifs" i get angry easily and i have no aim anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its as if i lost who i am along the way, i dont like the version of me now, hes uninteresting, not a good friend and not entirely a good person, and i think the people around me feel the same way too. all things may have changed, but i am still good at reading people, even my oldest friends cant stand me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?? what happened along the way to make me become this, this person? i can point out the flaws in others around me, but i am blind and oblivious to my own flaws, which if judged based on how people act towards me, is pretty fucked up. slowly but surely, my friends are distancing themselves from me. i am lousy company, a useless friend, they know it and i know it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want the old version of me back, i liked him better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just fear that he is lost forever in this new version of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1198674485347826155?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1198674485347826155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1198674485347826155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1198674485347826155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1198674485347826155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-use-to-be-patient-i-use-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-2269806039150633030</id><published>2011-05-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:06:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone once told me, "a dilemma occurs because we can never have the best of both worlds."&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when neither choice brings any happiness, when neither choice is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of sucks when both your choices bring nothing but pain. but life rarely gives handouts. then again, who am i to complain.&lt;br /&gt;Hope maybe a good thing, but it is a very painful thing cause when you hope for something and when you really need to hope for it to happen, chances are its a loss cause.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, whatever last shimmer of hope i had has been lost and i have come to realise that there is no way things will turn out they way i hope it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, i am happy now that i have no hope left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will leave this all behind me. as i am right back where i was before, content, not happy, but i rather feel this way then fell frustrated and confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-2269806039150633030?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/2269806039150633030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=2269806039150633030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/2269806039150633030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/2269806039150633030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-once-told-me-dilemma-occurs.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4775658839423275255</id><published>2011-05-01T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:06:52.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hotmail account got hack last week and was subsequently blocked that cause quite some problems... i think i sent quite abit of spam to people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 3 concerts of which i had tickets too... had to sell all three cause of a little miscommunication and misinformations... i regret it deeply after hearing how awesome they were... well life is full of disappointments i will catch them next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-4775658839423275255?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/4775658839423275255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=4775658839423275255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4775658839423275255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4775658839423275255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-hotmail-account-got-hack-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7389183083310734392</id><published>2011-04-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:18:52.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conflicted...&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. i can deal with doubt and uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;but what i cant deal with is when i am torn between two things.&lt;br /&gt;both of which do not look promising.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed&amp;nbsp; to be easy to forget.&lt;br /&gt;i cant win in either of the situations.&lt;br /&gt;so why is it i am torn between them..&lt;br /&gt;why is it i am hung up over these situations in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note.. i still cant figure out or stop thinking about who that cosplaying girl that said hi to me was.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7389183083310734392?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7389183083310734392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7389183083310734392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7389183083310734392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7389183083310734392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/04/conflicted.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1194546746155911197</id><published>2011-03-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:14:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song has really captivated me, well more like the movie it came from, i have no idea why but the story both the movie book convey has really got me hooked, i can't help but keep watching the movie and reading the book over and over again, its a first seriously i think i will not be able to stop till i am able to recite the book by heart,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i think i am just a die hard romantic at heart....haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninety miles outside Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop driving I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, I need an answer&lt;br /&gt;Two years later you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Is true love just once in a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasn’t meant for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?&lt;br /&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries?&lt;br /&gt;I’m speeding by the place that I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ninety-seventh time...Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasn’t meant for you...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why Samson loved Dalilah?&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you’ll know&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can ask God just one question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t you here with me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasn’t meant for you...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;br /&gt;Why Samson loved Dalilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you’ll know&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one for you....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SOMEDAY WE'LL KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;MANDY MOOR FEAT. JONATHON FOREMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A WALK TO REMEMBER OST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1194546746155911197?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1194546746155911197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1194546746155911197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1194546746155911197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1194546746155911197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-song-has-really-captivated-me-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-8013285660864100558</id><published>2011-03-20T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:30:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so something really screwed up happened last night...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was in a taxi on the way home last night and guess what on the expressway this guy was sort of tailgating the taxi and this pissed off the driver, who, is an ex con who has been in and out of prison many times for gang violence... he told me this himself... so yeah at first he just signaled to the guy to stop tailgating him but then he suddenly jammed his brakes!!! it was this close to being a serious accident! and he didnt do it just once he did it 5 times!! each time comment how he wanted the guy to hit him cause he cant lose the case!! i mean WTF! seriously i am there too did he not think for a second that i didnt mind dying!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats not the worst part! he actually hit!! WTF damn scary! they pulled over at the side and started fighting! i was this close to just walking home! i think the other guy got quite scared cause the taxi driver was like a gang member so he ran back to his car and drove off!! i was kind of fearing for my life cause the driver started driving quite recklessly and was cursing and swearing in the car!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH why does this shit happen to me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-8013285660864100558?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/8013285660864100558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=8013285660864100558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8013285660864100558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8013285660864100558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/03/ok-so-something-really-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-5778554386380382504</id><published>2011-03-14T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:36:40.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that some many random people are commenting on my blog???? where do they get the link...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-5778554386380382504?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/5778554386380382504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=5778554386380382504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/5778554386380382504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/5778554386380382504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-is-it-that-some-many-random-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-378867773621710485</id><published>2011-03-13T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:46:19.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i saw 3 live acoustic performances from young budding singaporean(mostly) musicians. i must say i was pleasantly surprised.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 fish and co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- this band was good! the singing had a voice typical of a music DJ and when he sang he kind of sounded like the singer for lifehouse. he pick good songs, some classics some new age but all great acoustic songs that matched his voice, all in all it was a delightful performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 timbre old school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- this duo was from guess where the Philippines! well the lady had a good voice decent voice, but her choice of songs sucked, and i mean sucked big time, she stuck solely to hits that were popular last year and this year, all dance songs by ke$ha lady gaga(alot of this) Katy perry and a few others, i means those songs are good in their own right, but they are totally unsuitable for acoustic sets, and are way out of your vocal range! everyone there was making a fool out of them and kind of begging that they get of the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 ben and jerry's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i was only around for one song, but man this guys voice was good!! thats all i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously singapore has good singing talent! but they never show on singapore idol or they do but got kick out cause of a lacking fan base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-378867773621710485?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/378867773621710485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=378867773621710485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/378867773621710485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/378867773621710485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/03/yesterday-i-saw-3-live-acoustic.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7837451126844346946</id><published>2011-03-08T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:27:31.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright so i am bored and have access to a com with proper internet and no one hogging it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had a sort of flash back to the way life was back when i was in school. in short i had lessons today! well basically one hell of a long boring lesson, which i cannot tell you about...&lt;br /&gt;i sort of miss it.. i guess... all the fighting to stay awake in class while desperately trying to absorb what the teacher is rambling on about while wondering if it amounts to anything in the long run...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well in about 1 year and 6 months time i will be going to uni i look forward to that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7837451126844346946?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7837451126844346946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7837451126844346946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7837451126844346946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7837451126844346946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/03/alright-so-i-am-bored-and-have-access.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3888395105231060675</id><published>2011-03-06T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:42:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a brand new get skinny quick plan... I seriously hope that it works... it involves me buying lots and lots(by lots i mean 1 or 2) of skinny clothing. that way i will be motivated to train and diet harder to get that nice toned body i say i will get so i can look good in those clothes!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/36625682-3888395105231060675?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3888395105231060675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3888395105231060675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3888395105231060675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3888395105231060675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-brand-new-get-skinny-quick-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3233969879445628804</id><published>2011-02-27T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:22:20.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to universal studio yesterday, its quite a nice place to hand around and have fun with friends but its like super expensive and damn crowded...&lt;div&gt;The rides are not too bad i suppose but its like a 1min 15 ride and i had to wait like what 80mins just for that...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note but not altogether unrelated, there are seriously a huge number of Filipino families all over the place! i am not being racist or anything, but its not like single filipinos hanging around singapore any more this is like whole families the mum the dad and the kinds and they are seriously everywhere, in town they make up like 1/10 of the people there... thats a freakishly large number of people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT TRYING TO BE RACIST, but why is this happening???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention that everytime you call the call centre a filipino answers the phone, i mean its so hard to understand what they are saying over the phone... i know they are hired cause its cheap and apparently (i dont know where this comes from nor do i think its true) they have the cleanest english!! who are you kidding seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok this is getting way to racist... i should stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-3233969879445628804?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3233969879445628804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3233969879445628804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3233969879445628804'/><link rel='self' 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lying. granted the initial phase of my army life was tough and demanding and i had little to no freedom or time to myself at all i cant say that it was completely not beneficial to me at all... &lt;br /&gt;However what i can say is that i am having more fun where i am now then i did during BMT or SCS. i find myself closer to the people here then with those i had shared a bunk with and trained with since April 2010.&lt;br /&gt;so all in all i am quite glad that i got posted to this unit and met these people haha and i am quite happy that i will be spending the remaining 1 year of my NS life with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving away from army, previously i thought i had screwed up quite a&amp;nbsp; few of the friendships that were quite dear to me due to things i did and said, however now i can see that those friendships are slowly mending themselves. i know that things will never get back to the way they were before but i am will settle for putting the past behind us and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say that i am happy or content with my life now even though things seem to be looking up now, cause of some stuff that is constantly bothering me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to decide what to do!!&lt;br /&gt;I know i dont really have to decide, i can just leave it be, but i want to decide.&lt;br /&gt;i cant say i dont want this to be constantly on my mind cause i dont mind thinking about it constantly( sounds strange), its more like i dont want to leave it undecided and running through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess for now i have no choice but to leave it be... but i know i have to come to a decision sometime...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that sometime is soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indecision is a fucked up feeling... it bothers you wherever you go... and in whatever you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-5624309946535707947?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/5624309946535707947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=5624309946535707947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/5624309946535707947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/5624309946535707947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/02/work-or-national-service-or-restriction.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-8751096958745230824</id><published>2011-02-20T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:39:21.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO BE A ROCKSTAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;To just be able to stand on a stage in front of large crowd singing along with your song.&lt;br /&gt;but that is a dream that will never come true. haha an impossible dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway moving on from my random dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last week has been a good week relatively at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a few setbacks and failures this week in many aspects of my life. I was so demoralised that I wanted to give up hope completely. I wanted to stop trying cause i didn't want to be disappointed yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it occurred to me that if i didn't try again I would never know how things could turn out. How was I to know that the end result was not worth the amount of effort i put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been known to give up easily, to hesitate when it comes to decision time. I complain a lot when things don't turn out how I want to to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that now its time for a change, i am not going to be that guy anymore. I look around and i see people trying a lot harder then i am to get the things that they want and they just pick themselves up when they fail, when they are out down, when they are rejected. I have to learn from that, I cannot just give up when things get too tough or when i think that there are insurmountable obstacles in my way. I need to be able to preserve through all of it cause you will never know if something has great worth to you till you have fought for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am not giving up.... not until i am certain i will never be able to attain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-8751096958745230824?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/8751096958745230824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=8751096958745230824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8751096958745230824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8751096958745230824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-be-rockstar-to-just-be-able.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1877899233869985712</id><published>2011-02-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:01:06.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;THE ACADEMY IS... - ABOUT A GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;One song about a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I can't breathe when I'm around her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'll wait here everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;In case she'll scratch the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;She'll never notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;This is not my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;About a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Last night, I knew what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But you weren't there to hear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;These lines, so well rehearsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Tongue tied and over-loaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You'll never notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;This is not my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;About a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;This is not your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;About a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;To be loved, to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;To be loved, to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Everyone wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;To be loved, to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;To be loved, to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;This is not my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;This is not my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;About a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;(To be loved, to be loved, what more could you ask for?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;This is not your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;(To be loved, to be loved, everyone wants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not gonna waste these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;(To be loved, to be loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;About a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1877899233869985712?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1877899233869985712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1877899233869985712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1877899233869985712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1877899233869985712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/02/academy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4810397654783492597</id><published>2011-02-17T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:29:02.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kind of am lost about what to do right now...&lt;br /&gt;just a few weeks ago i thought i had things all going great...&lt;br /&gt;i thought that things were looking up....&lt;br /&gt; but recently it has proven to be not all that it seems to be....&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be screwing up everything that i do...&lt;br /&gt;and i seem to be finding out things i dont really want to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-4810397654783492597?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/4810397654783492597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=4810397654783492597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4810397654783492597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4810397654783492597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-kind-of-am-lost-about-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4416910807589083584</id><published>2011-02-13T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:41:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week was meet ups galore!!&lt;div&gt;it was good to see old friends again, it really brings back memories of the days we spent together the laughter we shared and the stress we endured together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also good to see how far we had all come in life, well in our case, how much we have changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to see that most of my friends have changed for the better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week also proved that if friends are really close, then they will remain close even if they dont see each other often, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;granted, this week i hardly said much at all during the meet ups, it was nice just to watch friends talk to each other like they just saw each other in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it kind of showed me that though everything in life seems to be shifting and changing constantly, somethings dont change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the other hand, its kind of sad to see two people who are meant to be together not be together cause of whatever  reason they have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so obvious to everyone else, and i bet its obvious to them to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me, any obstacle can be overcomed if you try to overcome it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not making any sense....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like i am typing for the sake of typing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-2963821419855427496</id><published>2011-02-12T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:44:47.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the world gets too complicated, &lt;div&gt;When things fail to turn out how we want them to turn out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we find out things that clear somethings up but leave us with more questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the truth decides to slap us in the face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are put down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When people do not see the effort we put in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we lose something precious to us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the world seems too harsh to bear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we no longer have anyone to turn to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we feel like we are worth nothing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shut the rest of the world out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We retreat to a place where we can be alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we feel nothing can hurt us more, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We want to be left alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we are done being alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We try to remain silent and distant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We try to just let life go on around us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We try to just absorb it all in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most common answer i give to the question "why you so emo?" is that i am tired, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not a lie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are tired from it all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we are contented to just sit there and watch others laugh, talk, play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just soak in the happiness in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a random observation....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-2963821419855427496?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/2963821419855427496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=2963821419855427496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/2963821419855427496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/2963821419855427496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-world-gets-too-complicated-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3920103921822238582</id><published>2011-02-12T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:14:14.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why do people still ask the question "why you so emo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are we supposed to answer that question??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-3920103921822238582?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3920103921822238582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3920103921822238582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3920103921822238582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3920103921822238582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Holding her small hands in his, he reached up and wiped the tears gently away. He reached into his pocket and smiled showing it proudly to her. Wiping away her tears, she looked down at the grayish ring resting on his small palm. It was the ring, the one they had made out of some wire and a diamond they found the day they first met. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here! i want you to keep it!" the boy said softly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why?  We agreed that you should have it." came the girls quizzical response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So that you know i will always be around, even if everyone around you has to go, i will always be here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now fifteen years on, she had not heard from him for thirteen years, all she was left with was the ring and the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the Diamond ring from Tiffany that was on her finger, she wondered if she was making the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say your heart knows when you meet its other half, the only problem was she had no way to find him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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-36625682.post-7334160085370124927</id><published>2011-01-09T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:48:18.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bored... thats a fact...&lt;br /&gt;its a sunday and i am alone in camp and i have pretty much run out of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;so somehow i found myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading what i had posted back in 2009 and 2010 and it sort of hit me that i was pretty messed up back then... no i was an idiot a fool and an ass back then. all the time i was trying to hide my feelings, arguing with myself, telling myself one thing then proceeding to do the complete opposite. i pushed my friends away thinking that it was better for me. i made so many stupid mistakes then did things against my better judgment and acted like a complete dickhead. so i am to blame for what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dislike who i was back then, i hurt my friends, i already apologised and i thought that it was all over, back to normal... but i guess i was wrong. it would seem that bad impressions leave a deeper mark.&lt;br /&gt;i know this probably wont be read, but i am really sorry about what happened i have no excuses to make, it was all due to my stubbornness and bad judgment. all i can say is sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of 2010 was basically filled with ARMY. not much happened in army, well not much that could put me into emotional turmoil... so in a sense it allowed me to have some down time to consolidate my thoughts and yeah basically evaluate. i had almost no one to talk to regularly and i had not much of an aim or a goal to achieve in my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is until recently... recently things have happened to put things back in order.&lt;br /&gt;recently things have happened to give me an aim and goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i met friends from a time where life was much simpler and that showed me that things arent as bad as we make it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met friends from way back in J1 and that brought me back to a time where i had fun and i know my friends are still there though they have other commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a friend i've known for 2 years and only communicated through sms letters and msn and we went out in person for the first time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, now i have an aim and purpose and now i guess i am happier then before.&lt;br /&gt;i wont make the same mistake again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7334160085370124927?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-8383535936594909289</id><published>2010-02-07T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:30:49.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Blog is DEAD! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep wanting to revive it but everytime i do it slips back into this state... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one even read what i put up anyway so why even bother... i wont put my heart here or even anything that remotely lets people glimpse into the deepest part of me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i guess its high time i updated on my life for the few people who occasionally venture into this desolate place i call my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what i am supposed to write here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many things have taken place in the 2 months since A levels ended.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short its been one hell of a roller coaster ride for me.... well it was at any rate... it sort of has mellowed down now... sort of like how a story reaches its climax and when all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, things play out revealing the happy ending we hope for or the twist in the story you suspect and dread... i cant really tell what kind of ending to put to my story even though it has all played out... i am still dont understand half of what has happened... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i upset about my life?? how it all played out?? No i am not... this did not go as i would have liked, but its went more or less as expected... and i cant say i havent had some really high points these few months... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so at the end of the day i guess there is an equal trade of between lifes highs and lifes lows these few months... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i be this doesnt make sense... but i aint elaborating any further unless you ask me personally... so yeah live with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-8383535936594909289?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/8383535936594909289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=8383535936594909289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8383535936594909289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8383535936594909289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-blog-is-dead-i-keep-wanting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4325258473112568193</id><published>2009-10-30T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:09:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.&lt;br /&gt;And why do you lie to her, so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide&lt;br /&gt;You have made it harder just to go on&lt;br /&gt;And why, all the possibilities well I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.&lt;br /&gt;I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating. (beating)&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain make your way to me, to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be just so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever start to think straight,&lt;br /&gt;This heart will start a riot in me,&lt;br /&gt;Let's start, start, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;Oh why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;That's What You Get - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-4325258473112568193?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-193568928321356373</id><published>2009-10-25T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:45:55.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's nothing but some feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That this old dog kicked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's been raining since you left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I'm drowning in the flood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You see I've always been a fighter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But without you I give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I can't sing a love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Like the way it's meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well,I guess I'm not that good anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But baby, that's just me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah I, will love you, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Always and i'll be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forever and a day, always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll be there, till the stars don't shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know when i die you'll be on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and I'll love you, always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now your pictures that you left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are just memories of a different life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some that made us laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some that made us cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One that made you have to say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What I'd give to run my fingers thru your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Touch your lips, to hold you near, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you say your prayers, try to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've made mistakes, I'm just a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When he holds you close, when he pulls you near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When he says the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You've been needing to hear, I'll wish I was him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Cause these words are mine, to say to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Til the end of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah I, will love you, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Always and i'll be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forever and a day, always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you told me to cry for you, I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you told me to die for you, I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Take a look at my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There's no price i won't pay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To say these words to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, there ain't no luck in these loaded dice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But baby, if you give me just one more try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We can pack up our old dreams, and our old lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We'll find a place, where the sun still shines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah I, will love you, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Always and i'll be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forever and a day, always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll be there, till the stars don't shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know when i die you'll be on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and I'll love you, always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Always-Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-193568928321356373?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/193568928321356373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=193568928321356373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/193568928321356373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/193568928321356373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-romeo-is-bleeding-but-you-cant-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3716234938080734083</id><published>2009-10-24T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:38:08.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feelings should be kept to yourself and not shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't go on hoping if you know its not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't delude yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trust your gut not your head or your heart, those usually get you hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Being happy is over-rated, you always want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Being happy with friends is all about saying what they want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't say anything and no one will laugh at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes people just don't want you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Its best to remain alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These are somethings i have learnt in the short time i have been around. &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/36625682-3716234938080734083?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3716234938080734083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3716234938080734083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3716234938080734083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3716234938080734083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/10/feelings-should-be-kept-to-yourself-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7365785327008938123</id><published>2009-10-03T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:31:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world truly a wonderful place if we can just take the time to observe the things around you. Talking is all well and good, I do it fairly often and I enjoy it. That maybe so, but its hard to see things for what they are when your mouth is moving. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you just take time to notice, you will find the world truly wondrous and you begin to see it completely differently. As Hannah recently likes to say, “they sky today very bright, it will rain tomorrow” which is true most of the time. The air also has a different smell just before it rains, the wind blows through your window and brushes lightly against your exposed skin, bringing with it a sometimes an unwelcome chill, sometimes a much needed cooling breeze. The wind is cool and moist, and more often then not, it seems to relax you. When it starts to rain, it almost never starts with a downpour, it works its way from a few drops, to a light drizzle and finally to a downpour. It is most beautiful after it rain, its so serene and calming so quiet, you hear the bird chirping, the leaves rustling in the wind and you feel the moisture in the air.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Part of the reason I like to listen to music is because I am intrigued by the way all the different sounds come together to make a piece of music. Though many don’t realize it, there are always the subtle notes played in the background that many don’t hear, they think these notes don’t matter, but it does, it matters a great deal. Without all these notes, the song sounds empty and incomplete. Music is also a very effective way to sooth the mind, and relaxes our body. It allows you to be free from the distractions around you and gives you time to do some serious thinking. The music fades into the background, as your mind wonders during those long bus rides, till it seems more like a measured beat that your thoughts can follow. It is trough these times that we truly are able to understand ourselves and better understand our situations and problems.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7365785327008938123?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7365785327008938123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7365785327008938123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7365785327008938123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7365785327008938123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-truly-wonderful-place-if-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4072213651355550165</id><published>2009-09-29T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:33:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i think a post seems to be in order to just like you know make my blog alive again...&lt;div&gt;I have nothing much to post about... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never really been good at blogging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i have been better recently... you know happier... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know why i guess but i am not sure if i should actually be happy about it... i will just wait and see how it plays out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JC passed so fast... its like secondary school almost seemed to last forever and JC seems to pass at a blink of an eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always thought i would not make good friends in JC. hmmm good friends not the right word.. friends whom i know will be there years down the road. everywhere i look, people seldom talk much about their JC friends my parents dont... secondary school friends yes. and so under all this influence i was under the impression that i too would not meet anyone significant in JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as it turns out i was wrong. somehow it seems i have had alot of luck with friends in JC. my PAE friends, even though we studied together for less then a month, we all still hang out and its like we have known each other for years. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the most shocking thing is my current class 0816. it seems as though all the right things happened for our class. to me, all our characters are different, but somehow these different characteristics overlap and seem to fit together so well. i am glad this happened i suppose... this is a haphazard post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-4072213651355550165?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/4072213651355550165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=4072213651355550165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4072213651355550165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4072213651355550165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-think-post-seems-to-be-in-order-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1917359338468721409</id><published>2009-09-20T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:07:23.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were seventeen and invincible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had the world figured out and the girl on my shoulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told me everything's gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everything was gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah maybe we were in high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you never see the ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're young and not pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing everything's gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everything was gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buried her deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stars go kill my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now she's got a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've got a rock band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause nothing really ever goes the way it's planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she's in Ohio and I'm on some back road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving to the city and then who knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause that's all she wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish that I could turn this car around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she's got a boyfriend now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I took a trip out to LA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the girl with a smile that could take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking everything's gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everything was gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I thought I could sweep in and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweep her off her feet and go right back to Boston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking everything's gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everything was gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The streets keep holding on but now she's so far gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now she's got a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've got a rock band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause nothing really ever goes the way it's planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she's on the west coast and I'm on some back road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving to the city and then who knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause that's all she wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish that I could turn this car around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she's got a boyfriend now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me back to you somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And everything that I know now it's so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tore us apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me back to feeling like the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would just keep dealing me the right cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you're just so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm 23 and invincible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got the world figured out and a bird on my shoulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told me everything's gonna be alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa-oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when is everything gonna be alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now she's got a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've got a rock band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause nothing really ever goes the way it's planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she's in Ohio and I'm on some back road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving to the city and then who knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause that's all she wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish that I could turn this car around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause then she goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish that I could press rewind somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she's got a boyfriend now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's got a boyfriend now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's got a boyfriend now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Whoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;She's Got a Boyfriend Now - Boys Like Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1917359338468721409?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1917359338468721409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1917359338468721409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1917359338468721409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1917359338468721409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/09/whoa-whoa-we-were-seventeen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-6281040650404281989</id><published>2009-09-05T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:55:39.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously doubt that anyone is going to read this......&lt;div&gt;But I need a place to rant so i dont really care much who reads this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have officially succeeded in screwing up my life... congrats Matt you always do this. I just have to do something to completely destroy a perfectly nice picture... do i really like feeling sad??? i seldom do... i just seem like i am. but now i do feel sad and this has nothing to do with studies... i think i am a real idiot sometimes. i should just stop getting close to people, cause well when i do i always screw it up so better to not be in that situation in the first place, spare myself the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;I am sorry to all i have hurt, I am sorry to all i distanced myself from, i am selfish, i just one to lessen my own pain, but i am glad you are all still happy. I am sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-6281040650404281989?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/6281040650404281989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=6281040650404281989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/6281040650404281989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/6281040650404281989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-seriously-doubt-that-anyone-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1489219721755475743</id><published>2009-07-19T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:58:04.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places,&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose smile makes me feel I've been holding back,&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, most of all, it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our friends saw from the start.&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't we believe it too?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa yeah, now look where we are.&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no escaping it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, most of all, it's built to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the hills that night with those fireworks and candlelight&lt;br /&gt;You and I were made to get love right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, most of all, it's built to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are the sun in my universe,&lt;br /&gt;considered the best when we've felt the worst&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, most of all, it's built to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Built to last -Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been quite happy these past few days, in a better mood i would say. I like this new feeling... it makes me happy... I hope this last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1489219721755475743?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1489219721755475743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1489219721755475743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1489219721755475743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1489219721755475743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-looked-for-love-in-stranger-places.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-390065106694265843</id><published>2009-06-26T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:27:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world today mourns the loss of one of the biggest pop icons in music history, Michael Jackson, The King of Pop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brought us 7 albums,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invincible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood On The Dance Floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIStory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thriller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off The Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His album Thriller was the best selling record of all time selling more then a 100 million records worldwide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brought us many great hits like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thriller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heal The world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man In the Mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black or White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so many more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the many flaws he had, it cannot be forgotten that he did attempt to change, and we cannot deny the huge contribution this great man has given to the music world. Though he is no longer around to bring us more great music, it is needless to say that his greatest hits have become evergreen classics. He has set the benchmark for many other great musicians to strive towards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the King of Pop rest in peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-390065106694265843?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/390065106694265843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=390065106694265843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/390065106694265843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/390065106694265843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/06/world-today-mourns-loss-of-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3967744775233020811</id><published>2009-06-16T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:37:36.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so here is how its going to be... My com is going to be kept away by me from now till the 9th of july so i will not be blogging or on facebook. so yeah see you all and all the best for all your mid years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-3967744775233020811?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3967744775233020811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3967744775233020811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3967744775233020811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3967744775233020811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-here-is-how-its-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1971096501578652674</id><published>2009-06-11T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:32:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am coming to realise that i do things mostly out of whim and i never really think something through completely its more of a... "what will happen if i do it this way??? can i really do it??? maybe that... nvm i shall do it..." and then 'bam!' i do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it turns put fine, better then expected even, but most of the time it goes badly, i regret it and i think about what would happen if....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i look back the times i do think things through i regret it as well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i messed up or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is life, to me whats important is the moment we are in and not what will happen what could happen and what has happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to live up disturbed in my present... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to think about what i could have done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe my choices are what i feel are best for me and no amount of additional thinking to going to change it...&lt;/div&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/36625682-1971096501578652674?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1971096501578652674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1971096501578652674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1971096501578652674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1971096501578652674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-coming-to-realise-that-i-do-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-5262811956354422705</id><published>2009-06-05T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:54:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like they say, "if life gives you lemons, make lemonade"&lt;div&gt;Simply put, this mean that you have to quit complaining about how sucky your life is and make the best of the given situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is no easy task, it's human nature to question the situations presented to us, most of the time we do not lie these situation, but what choice do we have?? we are our own master, we make our own choices and no one can take that away from us. but most of the time, we cannot choose what situation we are placed in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet all the time, we think, we act, we reflect... Is this really what i should have done??? What if i did it this way??? What if i did it that way??? These what if's constantly flood our minds with the endless possibilities of the situation. most of the time, we are unable to know if the choices we made are for the best, whether they are beneficial to us or if they have detrimental consequences. honestly we will never know, even if we have many lifetimes,  we won't even be able to experience the different paths we could have chosen and determine which one if the best for us. we live with our choices good or bad, we can regret all we want, try to change it all we want, but what's done is done. we all have our reasons for doing things, and we usually pick what we believe is good for us, and not necessarily what we want. so it is only natural that we look back and wonder what could have been, because our want is not satisfied, we want it, we want it, but what we want may not be good for us. so we choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet we are not independent from the world, the choices we make affect the people around us. we may indirectly hurt people with our choices. but that is unavoidable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-5262811956354422705?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/5262811956354422705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=5262811956354422705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/5262811956354422705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/5262811956354422705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-they-say-if-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3469654429373863776</id><published>2009-05-30T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:42:38.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting on the ledge, I look out into the vast expense of the dark night sky.&lt;div&gt;The cool slow night breeze fan my face, and cooled my body down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt at ease,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt the clatter in my mind fade to black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My worries seemed miniscule,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toned down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As though it was someone else's worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt oddly at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 1 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The neighbour's houses were quite and dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone had climbed into bed and was being lulled to sleep by the sandman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only light came from the street lamps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my main reason for coming out was not so I could ignore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the contrary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was to face it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To reason with myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it easier to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it all came flooding back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished the calm could have lasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have left it as someone else's problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is my problem and I have to face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tine away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to help me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can see you are a lot happier now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can see that you have taken my place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can see that you like it there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can see that I sort of miss it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I do not regret doing what i did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It has made me sad to some extent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I am glad it has made you happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just hope you know what you are doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hope that you don't hurt yourself again.&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/36625682-3469654429373863776?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3469654429373863776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am i happier??? &lt;div&gt;I honestly don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know someone is happier because of what i did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but is that a good thing??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i making the right choice???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i think i made the right choice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am much better off now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though a part of me wants to go back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a small part too small too insignificant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ignore it most of the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time makes it easier to bear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i find it easier to distance myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-2039710290536351036?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-1888064446603766088</id><published>2009-05-21T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:29:34.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today i took my NAPFA... hahah&lt;div&gt;quite happy hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my history of injuries and nonsense i got a sliver sian wanted gold but better then nothing.... no more extra 2 months of NATIONAL SLAVERY for me... and i dont have to run the risk of seeing the FAT CHICKEN PIG MIX... i shall aim to help yannie pass too and mingwei xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha anyway i got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pull ups - 10 (11 but my chin missed the bar for one)A5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing broad jump - 246 (Amazing hahaha)            B4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shuttle run - 9.8 (Nice)                                                   A5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit ups - 38 (sian was damn tired after the run)         C3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit and reach - 50 (A liao lazy go further)                    A5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.4 - 12.40 (yes i passed hahaha but my ankle hurts)D2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                      Total points 24 (Silver)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think girls look good in short shorts... i got no objections to that xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when guys wear it????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats wear i draw the line....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whats worst is that the guy is fat, ugly, white and has weird stretch marks on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell you its disgusting... and its not just short its short, tight and small....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean i think it was only slightly bigger then what a small size girl would wear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't imagine that k.. its sick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his shirt was so long, but somehow thing till you could see his fats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah anyway it was so long that it covers the pants making him look pantsless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he went to jump around so gross man... i could see the jiggling fats....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1888064446603766088?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1888064446603766088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1888064446603766088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1888064446603766088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1888064446603766088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-today-i-took-my-napfa.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7070190891286920546</id><published>2009-05-12T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:21:42.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does medicine taste so bad???&lt;div&gt;ever wondered why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well if it tasted good, then we would all be tempted to stay sick just so we can taste the medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is so true, even in other situations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like the feeling of being hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I suppose that this hurt is suppose to help me in the long run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its suppose to help me get over it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to move on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to just forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as i don't want it to hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this hurt is necessary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes me more determined to get out of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to just forget it and move on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get on with my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wonder why i do some really stupid stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff that i know, from the start, that is just going to be painful to bear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet, i still do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i force myself to do it, all the while saying "why the hell am i even doing this???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i keep asking myself why i bother to add to the already unbearable pain of the situation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why i inflict additional harm to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can just leave it be... leave things the way they are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i tell myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"pain is your friend, it lets you know you are still alive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell myself that this thing hasn't killed me yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am still fighting to move on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and each addition stab to myself will make me stronger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will help me move on faster and more completely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as some part of me still wants to hold on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have that little glimmer of hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each stab gives me a new reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new reason not to hold on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to cling desperately to the last threads of an already hopeless situation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hurt now is nothing compared to what i will experience if i don't let go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that hurt might actually kill me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Its getting easier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;with each passing day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;with each stab...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;with every ounce of pain i feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it gets easier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;more bearable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and one step closer to the ultimate goal of forgetting it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7070190891286920546?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7070190891286920546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7070190891286920546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7070190891286920546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7070190891286920546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-does-medicine-taste-so-bad-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7360609920463304907</id><published>2009-05-08T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:36:50.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a break...&lt;div&gt;I need a release...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need away time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need away time from School...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need away time from JC friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need away time from stress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a place where i can forget my troubles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need a listening ear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need advice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need comforting words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need time alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away from it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To recover...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To move on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7360609920463304907?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7360609920463304907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7360609920463304907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7360609920463304907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7360609920463304907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3836637657438741423</id><published>2009-05-05T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:48:48.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the loss of a good friend is one of the hardest things to bare, second only to the lost of a loved one...&lt;div&gt;but its something you have to accept as part and parcel of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendship is something built by communication, but thats only the start of it. for if you simply stop here, then the moment the communication breaks off thats it for your friendship... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you may put your all into it, but at the end of the day, if the friendship was build just on talks, sharing sessions, then the moment these stop, you lose the connection with that friend... sure you will still talk to them occasionally and go out sometimes, but you will find that its not like before... the same kind of closeness is gone, almost as if it was never there to begin with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sadly, most of our friendships are built like this... even bestfriends that share everything fall apart the moment we run out of things to share... it starts small, you talk less, then slowly but almost surely it stops all together... sad but true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, there is the friendships that last the longest... those are the friendships built on hardships and good times share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and so this post is going out to all my brothers you know who you are... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;we have been to hell and back together, endure shit literally and figuratively, we had idiots around us giving us hell and we seen the low of the lows... but somehow we always emerge from the laughing our butts off...  "seriously" has become like a joke to us.... no matter how serious the matter is we somehow are able to make a joke of the whole thing... usually we get scolded for that.. but look back it was really worth it... hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking back we have done some of the stupidest things together and those usually have some bad consequences.. hahah be it burning everything we can get our hands on literally, even things that shouldnt be burnt, and either getting scolded for it or getting burnt, drinking things that are bad for you cause you think its water and getting a burning throat... "stealing" stuff thats not ours but always denying it... damaging public property accidentally and breaking all sorts of nonsense with our crazy stunts... and all the other nonsense we do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its all in the name of fun and thats what builds a true friendship... literally a good friendship is built by stupidity, shit and most importantly.... FUN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why we do it still now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BROTHERS FOREVER GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-3836637657438741423?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3836637657438741423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3836637657438741423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3836637657438741423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3836637657438741423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/05/loss-of-good-friend-is-one-of-hardest.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7398895594657026920</id><published>2009-05-03T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:19:07.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am packing my room and deciding if alot of nonsense should be thrown out....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i think i should change my blog skin soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7398895594657026920?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7398895594657026920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7398895594657026920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7398895594657026920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7398895594657026920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-packing-my-room-and-deciding-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7310346632213844584</id><published>2009-05-02T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:36:03.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>medical science has come a long way. it was not so long ago that we were brought low by plagues and diseases, not to say we arent, we are still searching for a cure for cancer, but everyday illnesses are now curable... take the common cold for example... everyone gets it sometime... there isnt escaping it, but we have ways to deal with... so much so that it now isnt a problem to us at all...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does this mean we are safe from dying of flu??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well sad to say, since we came up with something to deal with the flu virus unique to humans, mother nature throws animals our way... yes animals... bird flu... flu of the birds... kills all who contract it... sigh... and here we thought it couldnt get any worst then the strains of bird flu mutating... but it just had to combine itself with the pig flu and the human flu to form... SWINE FLU!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh wonder why its called swine flu and not pig flu???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a few reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cause people will just laugh at pig flu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cause well its freaking irritating and a swine is what you call an irritating person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cause bird flu is taken human flu is just flu.. so if you combine the three you cant really call it swibirman flu... that sounds weird.. so yeah swine flu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway because of this it causes so much problems sigh ah well lets hope this ends soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;its so much easier now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;its so much better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i am much better now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i have moved on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;life is now back to normal....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7310346632213844584?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7310346632213844584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7310346632213844584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7310346632213844584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7310346632213844584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/05/medical-science-has-come-long-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4877328218255422829</id><published>2009-05-01T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:03:33.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You would think that with age comes wisdom...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha life recently has in a sense been better but worst as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its gotten better i would say, because i have gotten to know myself better, i have come to my own conclusions about confusing situations, and i have come up with solutions for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats not to say i like what i concluded or like what i am doing about it... i dont... its hard... its painful... its going to take sometime... and it just gets harder each time.. yeah... i hope the long weekend away helps me out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i am supposed to be good at this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;moving on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;forgetting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but its hard cause... cause... yeah well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i shall not say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I took the easy way out... or did i??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am beginning to think that i picked the hardest path...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But i did it cause it was for the best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-4877328218255422829?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/4877328218255422829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=4877328218255422829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4877328218255422829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4877328218255422829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-would-think-that-with-age-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1982614332513719810</id><published>2009-04-28T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:58:33.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life's a bitch... get use to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing is ever fair, someone always has to lose out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is not a bed of roses, no one said it would be easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the quotes are endless, but it all talk about the same thing.. life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like a very difficult life to live doesn't it... i couldn't but agree with that, BUT... yes there is always a BUT.... if that were the case then the world would not exist... But we do survive why???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well cause of hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was supposed to be a happy post but if i continue it will turn emo so i am stopping now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1982614332513719810?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1982614332513719810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1982614332513719810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1982614332513719810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1982614332513719810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3281142041667229658</id><published>2009-04-25T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:48:54.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hope is a dangerous thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it lifts you up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and the higher you go the harder you fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it makes you do things that are stupid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;but seem like the best thing at that time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;its makes you cling to something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;when you know that something will hurt you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it tears you up with what ifs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it encourages rash behavior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;which worsens your situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But then the lack of hope removes all meaning from life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But you must also know when to give up hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;even if it seems something is feeding that hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hope maybe what keeps us sane and living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but too much will tear you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-3281142041667229658?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3281142041667229658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3281142041667229658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3281142041667229658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3281142041667229658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope-is-dangerous-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4893574916173277873</id><published>2009-04-24T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:04:14.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes its best to know when to just give up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes its best to know when enough is enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes its best to know when to save yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes its best to know when to move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes its best to know that forgetting is easier if you never tried then it is if you tried and failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe now is that sometime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Today is the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;The worst day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sulk until it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cost of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is at an all time high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep it hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close to the surface in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm learning to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I'm going down don't worry 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretend you don't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could you be with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or was it just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't GET you like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You change your clothes and your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I'm uninvited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So unrequieted now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm learning to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I'm going down don't worry 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretend you don't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words screaming in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did you leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching you and him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it should have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worst day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm learning to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I'm going down don't worry 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretend you don't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa (I'm learning to fall, I can't hardly breathe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me that you know, it should have been me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa (Don't try this at home, You said you don't see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should've been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa (I'm learning to fall, I can't hardly breathe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa (Don't try this at home, You said you don't see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should've been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Learning to Fall - Boys Like Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-4893574916173277873?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-3143456223502976436</id><published>2009-04-22T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:15:21.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Negativity the mother of pain, the cause of all the worlds problems.... they all arise from the 'bad feelings' we harbor in ourselves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been one for negativity i seldom take things to heart even though it may look like that on the surface... but recently i have become the victim to the beast that is negativity... its consuming me, and making me think things i shouldnt, things that i know will only hinder me in doing what needs to be done... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a scared to try... afraid of the outcome... confused with the situation... contrary to what others tell me, my gut believes otherwise... despite what i think, my gut tells me i am going to get hurt.. my head is known for getting me into trouble... my heart is responsible for getting me hurt... my gut has seldom been wrong... so why is it so hard to trust it? why is it so hard to forget? why am i still holding on to that hope? is it cause the hope is still fueled? is it cause i am once again putting myself in a painful situation? why cant i follow my gut when i have already decided to??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its become so hard to suppress it... my feelings... my thoughts... i use to be able to hide my feelings like a pro showing only what i wanted to world to see... i can still do it for other things... but i cant for this... why??? i find myself making rash decisions, decisions that will only increase the pain... why why why??? why is it so hard... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to keep my feelings to myself... no i need to hide the feelings from myself like before.... let me be able to do that please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-3143456223502976436?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3143456223502976436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3143456223502976436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3143456223502976436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3143456223502976436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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medium;"&gt;Nothing is going the way its supposed to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everything keeps screwing up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everything gets worst and worst....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dont want to live anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It hurts to much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am too scared to find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am too scared to take that risk into a hopefully happy situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am too confused with life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dont want to be hurt again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dont want to be disappointed again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dont think i will be that greatly missed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have not exactly made a mark on people's lives&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/36625682-4396415254194948775?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/4396415254194948775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 67, 67);   line-height: 13px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Directions :Mark the idiotic things you've done, then add up the number of questions you marked. This test is out of 100 questions which means that the number you get as your score is your percentage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. [x] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. [x] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Choked on your own spit while you were talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. [ ] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Tried to push open a door that said pull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love-potion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. [x] Have tripped and fallen up the stairs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. [x] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. [x] Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. [x] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have run into a closed door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;24: [ ] Died from stupidity overload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;26. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;27. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;28. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;29. [x] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;30. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;31. [ ] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;32. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;33. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;34. [ ] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;35. [x] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;36. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;37. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;38. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;39. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Walked into a pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;40. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someones shoes by accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;42. [x] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;43. [x] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;44. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Walked out of the bathroom (stall) with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;45. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;46. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;47. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;48. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;49. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 67, 67);   line-height: 13px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;51. [x] Have done enough stupid things to make a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;52. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;53. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;54. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;55. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;56. [x] Looked into an overhead purposefully while it was on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;57. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Got up early and got ready for school/work, then realized that you didn't have school/work that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;58. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Forgot your own phone number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;59. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;60. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;61. [ ] Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;62. [x] Said funner then had someone make fun of you for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;63. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;64. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;65. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Didn't do the backside of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;66. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;67. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;68. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;69. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;70. [x] Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;71. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;72. [x] Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;73. [x] Ran into a door jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;74. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;75. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;76. [ ] Have purposely licked playground sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;77. [x] Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;78. [x] Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk when you weren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;79. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have been so hyper you actually scared people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;80. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;81. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;82. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;83. [ ] Sat and wondered why men's dress shirts have a loop on the back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;84. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;85. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;86. [x] Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;87. [ ] Shaved your tongue because you thought your taste buds looked funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;88. [x] When at a restaurant, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;89. [x] Have flung forks at people in a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;90. [x] Tripped and made the waiter drop the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Running total: 73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;91. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] As you are writing, you move your head back and forth with your pen/pencil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;92. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;93. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;94. [x] Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;95. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Have started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;96. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] Read a whole book but during the whole book you weren’t even paying attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;97. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] You have spelled your own name wrong before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;98. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;] When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;99. [x] Have used your calculator as a form of communication in a class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;100. [x] Have popped a balloon in your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 13px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 13px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 67, 67); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TOTAL : 83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How to obtain your idiocy GPA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;80-100 4.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;70-79 3.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;65-69 3.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;60-64 2.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;55-59 2.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;50-54 2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;45-49 1.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;40-44 1.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MY IDIOCY GPA =&gt; 4.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 13px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);   line-height: 13px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HHAHAH lol so bloody high.... this just shows that i have done alot of dumb stuff in my LIFE... and erm this list just goes on man there is some many more dumb things i have done... but looks like i maxed this one out... lol&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/36625682-4217381094787480548?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/4217381094787480548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=4217381094787480548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4217381094787480548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4217381094787480548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/03/directions-mark-idiotic-things-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-6732562276361885543</id><published>2009-03-18T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:31:22.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScNiU6tw7NI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9xR-4muQao/s1600-h/n873485532_6190012_5155739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScNiU6tw7NI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9xR-4muQao/s320/n873485532_6190012_5155739.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315200096725429458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;{EDIT} HER SILIN NICE PHOTO lol... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so as promised these are some photos of both 0816 and 0911 and 422'07 as well. hahah some of them quite funny and cool but limited i put only those i have hor hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzpGm-dEI/AAAAAAAAADo/P075wN5BKhs/s1600-h/2634_60240210425_622470425_2034814_8319947_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzpGm-dEI/AAAAAAAAADo/P075wN5BKhs/s320/2634_60240210425_622470425_2034814_8319947_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314445079027283010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and teck wei looking like we are disappearing cool right... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzilEMNdI/AAAAAAAAADg/AD5aeI0lYuc/s1600-h/2634_60240470425_622470425_2034866_7254211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzilEMNdI/AAAAAAAAADg/AD5aeI0lYuc/s320/2634_60240470425_622470425_2034866_7254211_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444966943798738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG 0816 in a COURT ROOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCziDBD9DI/AAAAAAAAADY/XeUvSrvUZJo/s1600-h/2634_60240205425_622470425_2034813_4920782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCziDBD9DI/AAAAAAAAADY/XeUvSrvUZJo/s320/2634_60240205425_622470425_2034813_4920782_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444957803869234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUMPSHOT.... with a lousy camera i won't say whose it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCziCQwXlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OrsJooPnAGU/s1600-h/2634_60240360425_622470425_2034844_2774182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCziCQwXlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OrsJooPnAGU/s320/2634_60240360425_622470425_2034844_2774182_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444957601259090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is wehn justin hit me in the face....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzhgK9gmI/AAAAAAAAADI/cdYJ7_jRliM/s1600-h/2634_60240975425_622470425_2034870_3601771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzhgK9gmI/AAAAAAAAADI/cdYJ7_jRliM/s320/2634_60240975425_622470425_2034870_3601771_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444948450148962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look its me and my "sister" hahaha same surname &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzhBUTPFI/AAAAAAAAADA/7umzMQrjmKI/s1600-h/2634_60241010425_622470425_2034877_5501782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzhBUTPFI/AAAAAAAAADA/7umzMQrjmKI/s320/2634_60241010425_622470425_2034877_5501782_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444940167822418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo also hahaha all three LIMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzFY-3idI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R7Gbg1hvQ3Q/s1600-h/n873485532_6190009_2547197.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzFY-3idI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R7Gbg1hvQ3Q/s320/n873485532_6190009_2547197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444465484040658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me being funny hahaha lol... Laugh la you people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzE8V-olI/AAAAAAAAACw/spg8DIKdeqI/s1600-h/n873485532_6189915_2759807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzE8V-olI/AAAAAAAAACw/spg8DIKdeqI/s320/n873485532_6189915_2759807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444457796346450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And group shot of 0911&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzEpaHypI/AAAAAAAAACo/s7ryYriM5l8/s1600-h/n873485532_6189913_134530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzEpaHypI/AAAAAAAAACo/s7ryYriM5l8/s320/n873485532_6189913_134530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444452713450130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUTT shot of 0911&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzERQaHbI/AAAAAAAAACg/3w5MZxTPnKg/s1600-h/n873485532_6189866_2541765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzERQaHbI/AAAAAAAAACg/3w5MZxTPnKg/s320/n873485532_6189866_2541765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444446230257074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alina with food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzDkEbvmI/AAAAAAAAACY/hxMds5AGMLY/s1600-h/n873485532_6189827_5681154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCzDkEbvmI/AAAAAAAAACY/hxMds5AGMLY/s320/n873485532_6189827_5681154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444434100436578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl with food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCyt-al3eI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_yaMBU-L7G4/s1600-h/n873485532_6189826_2476259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCyt-al3eI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_yaMBU-L7G4/s320/n873485532_6189826_2476259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444063215574498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The class 0911 as food......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCyt2-VNOI/AAAAAAAAACI/0_fOb6fa1Q8/s1600-h/2529_56217239210_662439210_1650727_6506588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCyt2-VNOI/AAAAAAAAACI/0_fOb6fa1Q8/s320/2529_56217239210_662439210_1650727_6506588_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444061217993954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More photos of the class as food....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCytpzpQdI/AAAAAAAAACA/8YY17zxae6o/s1600-h/2529_56214544210_662439210_1650595_2897110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCytpzpQdI/AAAAAAAAACA/8YY17zxae6o/s320/2529_56214544210_662439210_1650595_2897110_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444057683509714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GROUPSHOT when ren jie kidnapped my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCytZDK-fI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1d1hCZK7vCI/s1600-h/2529_56214539210_662439210_1650594_5138694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCytZDK-fI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1d1hCZK7vCI/s320/2529_56214539210_662439210_1650594_5138694_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444053185231346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normal groupshot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCytdkhGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/AU91lBurzfM/s1600-h/n578262123_1456292_2388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScCytdkhGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/AU91lBurzfM/s320/n578262123_1456292_2388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314444054398834978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;422'07 guys playing pool on some random day... i wont say what day...&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/36625682-6732562276361885543?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/6732562276361885543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=6732562276361885543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/6732562276361885543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/6732562276361885543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so-as-promised-these-are-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/ScNiU6tw7NI/AAAAAAAAADw/T9xR-4muQao/s72-c/n873485532_6190012_5155739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-7277482392686746749</id><published>2009-03-12T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:40:54.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/Sbj0uIRN4_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uEzv7UB-WRM/s1600-h/SNC00343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/Sbj0uIRN4_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uEzv7UB-WRM/s320/SNC00343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312264833814356978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So this is us playing cards under the tree on cross country day...  hahah funny right??? just so you know it was raining on that day and we were cool and dry under the tree while everyone else was hot and dry under shelter... see this is why i love 0816...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;hahaha... so cross country was canceled but i shall not say that the day was a waste of time... cause i got to go out with 0911... they also a very fun class... alot of girls... ming sze tries to call me flirt but he fails... besides i dont flirt with them... i am generally a nice guy xD....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;hahah ok so we had the most expensive breakfast every GG it was like one hole in my pocket... it was damn funny la... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was not in the best of moods but i must say that day out helped me take my mind off things and made me happier so thanks all of you... it was fun i got to cycle a double bike for the first time... and i didnt fall haha... even with high risk people like rachel and diana near me.... hahaha it was fun but damn pain and tough to cycle...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;ah well dont know what to write anymore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;so bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-7277482392686746749?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7277482392686746749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7277482392686746749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7277482392686746749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7277482392686746749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-this-is-us-playing-cards-under-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfkWvnOHB2c/Sbj0uIRN4_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uEzv7UB-WRM/s72-c/SNC00343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-167163529045952362</id><published>2009-03-01T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:35:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);  line-height: 12px; font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tagged by Zhi Hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1: Besides your lips, where is your favourite&lt;br /&gt;spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I have never been kiss... but i assume the cheeks a good place too or the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: How did you feel when you woke up&lt;br /&gt;this morning?&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to get up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: who was the last person you&lt;br /&gt;took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;OGL's and Councilors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why not, it does replenish itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Have you ever had a best friend who&lt;br /&gt;was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yes my best friend is of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so... some people quite irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;received is "Lol. Haha. I sms you later." - from Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);  line-height: 12px; font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sent is "Erm k:)" - to Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: What are you thinking of right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);  line-height: 12px; font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This quiz is odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know 12am plus i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Where did you buy the T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;I think its 77th Street at Heeren like damn long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people tagged to do this survey:&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as i only have 12 people and i should minus Tim and Zhi Hao all the linked people are tagged&lt;br /&gt;1.Alina&lt;br /&gt;2.Grace&lt;br /&gt;3.Hannah&lt;br /&gt;4.Hui Quan&lt;br /&gt;5.Ronney&lt;br /&gt;6.Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;7.Sandy&lt;br /&gt;8.Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;9.Teck Wei&lt;br /&gt;10.Wee Kie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(have fun scrolling up and down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: Who is 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Erm she is single but maybe she's dating her bed, everyone sleeps with their bed xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: Is 3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: if 7 and 10 get together will that be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;No. They are not les... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: what is number 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;CMEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Say something about number 2.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Mortal Grace xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: What do you think about number 3 and 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;VERY WIERD one is attached and they aren't les...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: Describe number 9.&lt;br /&gt;Always kena link to Hong Zuo by all the Teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: What will you do if number 6 and 7 fight?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know that the other exist... So no worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25: Do you like number 8?&lt;br /&gt;Erm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);   line-height: 12px;font-family:tahoma;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/36625682-167163529045952362?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/167163529045952362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=167163529045952362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/167163529045952362'/><link rel='self' 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;life has this excellent way of screwing with you... i wonder why...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This post was made on the 18 of feb 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but i have held of posting this till all interviews people have are over, they need to boost in moral... this really contradicts what i usually tell people and i want to help people not demoralize them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously think that i hope, wish, think, dream too much... these things usually fall through. i am not saying that my hopes and dreams havent come true before, on rare occasions they do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously hope is an overrated thing, i always tell people to have hope, to believe that everything will turn out find and it will, the fact of the matter is that hope is just a way we trick ourself into thinking positive and making a situation look better. i mean its good to have hope before you start something, due to the fact that it gives you the confidence you need to do better then you could on a normal occasion, cause if you believe in yourself you can achieve greater things... that much i believe... but for a situation you can do nothing to change? something that is totally out of your control? why should i waste my time deluding myself into thinking it is possible for something good to come out of this? most of the time its a let down... and the more you hope, the higher your expectations get, then what happens? it hurts hell of a lot more when you fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont like falling, falling sucks... i dont like disappointments even more... if the more i hope the more i get disappointed, why border even hoping? isnt it just a masochistic action, i know full well its not going to happen, never had the chance of happening, never will happen... then why still hope? maybe years of masking how i throughly feel, showing a happy face when i am really sad, or a sad face at random times when i need quiet times... i find my face doesnt express what i really feel.. is that good or bad? should i let the world know what i am feeling? its much easier to deny something when the sad expression on your face is fake, and its easier to get through a day with a happy face... that might change that might not? i guess the only person who would really know is me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just dont want to be hurt anymore... its best to keep my emotions in check and dont let my feelings get the better of me in situations where i would normally let my protective instincts kick in and save me the trouble of getting hurt time and time again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sorry to all who read this and feel i have been a fake person to them... this is how i feel about myself, it has nothing to do with what i advise you to do of otherwise..... everything has its reason and context and i dont give advise i dont believe in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-469283749298261273?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/469283749298261273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=469283749298261273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/469283749298261273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/469283749298261273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-has-this-excellent-way-of-screwing_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7440764899413406286</id><published>2009-02-20T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:22:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy just to be that friend you come to for advise... &lt;div&gt;you dont have to tell me anything...&lt;div&gt;just ask me whatever you need to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never hesitate to ask for help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes me happy just to make you happy...&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/36625682-7440764899413406286?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7440764899413406286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7440764899413406286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7440764899413406286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7440764899413406286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-happy-just-to-be-that-friend-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-6366181608552434911</id><published>2009-02-20T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:04:57.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was the release of the angel mortal thing...&lt;div&gt;hahah  my mortal gave me like 3 letters today, unfortunately, i couldnt answer any cause i had no breaks till 2 plus in the afternoon.... so... sorry mortal(grace)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i shall let her know who i am soon hahaha maybe in the next few days hahaha lol.... i personally havent been at the receiving end of this game but from what i see its kind of nice to have someone you dont know write to you... but i have seen some people who make a fool out of this by asking stupid things and saying things that would make a girl go WTF.... but i guess majority of the people who recieve stuff from their angels feel happy? i sure hope so... hahah so u had a total of 4 mortals... i didnt bother replying me so heck care him... one is grace my official mortal and the other 2 are my "adopted" mortals alina and sandy...i "adopted" them cause they should have a chance to play this game too hahaha... so yeah even though you both knew who i am i hope you had fun... glad your real angels decided to write back too hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, this post is for all the people who have made my life better excluding family, thats a different kind of thing all together... this post goes out to all my friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sucks not to have friends as in really sucks.. i dont know what i would be without my friends, friends make me laugh, piss me off, have fun with me, scold me, be lame and random with me, basically friends make up almost all of my day, i dont know what i would do without them, i know i would be really sad if like some people i have no friends, i know people like that its just sad to see, granted they inflicted it on themselves.... but i suppose some people can live with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant live with it, in the case without my friends. so to all my friends out there, you know who you are you make my day... you make my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-6366181608552434911?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/6366181608552434911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=6366181608552434911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/6366181608552434911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/6366181608552434911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-today-was-release-of-angel-mortal.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-9027007677849765429</id><published>2009-02-19T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:16:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One by one my friends go getting further away... from me....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder why i bother helping people does it help me in anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes people dont appreciate it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess i do it cause its right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know people do value it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe i like helping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why must i have a motive for helping someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is it i am a listening ear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do people rant to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i that nice a guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i that good a friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or am i just someone you turn too when no ones around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-9027007677849765429?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/9027007677849765429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=9027007677849765429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9027007677849765429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9027007677849765429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-by-one-my-friends-go-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-7933773207260007027</id><published>2009-02-17T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:53:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I found this on Alina's blog and very coincidentally some songs quite cool haha read and see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; "&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss Me-Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mercy-One Republic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Complicated-Avril Lavigne(how coincidental)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until The Day I Die-Story of The Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fallin' Apart-The All American Rejects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dance, Dance,Christa Paffgen-Anberlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pressure-Paramore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dirty Second Hands-Switchfoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Tomorrow Never Comes-Ronan Keating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dani California-Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better That We Break-Maroon 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way Back Into Love(demo version)-Hugh Grant &amp;amp; Drew Barrymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Famous Last Words-My Chemical Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M+M's-Blink 182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heels Over Head-Boyslikegirls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brighter-Paramore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Kissed a Girl-Katy Parry(lol....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Message To The World-Story of The Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dance Dance-Fall Out Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never Take A Friendship Personal-Anberlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dammit-Blink 182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday The Fire-Funeral For A Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fight-Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His Girl Friday-The Academy Is...(lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One For The Road-Funeral For A Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stacy's Mum-Fountains Of Wayne(WTH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pens And Needles-Hawthrone Heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Heroine-Silverstein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Lights Indicates Doors are Secure-Arctic Monkeys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)-Fall Out Boy&lt;/div&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/36625682-7933773207260007027?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/7933773207260007027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=7933773207260007027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7933773207260007027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/7933773207260007027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-found-this-on-alinas-blog-and-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1790783004324773503</id><published>2009-02-16T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:00:43.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i spent valentines day this year with my 422'07 friends Sameer Zi Yang Desmond Zhi Hao and Ronney... we went to play pool again... just like last year.... haha and as always, it was super super impromtu... i miss going out with them. its just not the same going out with the friends i do now... this is more havoc and funny i guess cause of the nonsense we do and say... so this being valentines day, we were badgering each other about scandals and why we werent out with a girl instead... hahaha... morning go out with girl at night go out with guys... hahah funny sia... had $3.80 nasi lamak with Desmond, and Zhi Hao had 13.50 jap rice... sorry (Zhi Hao you can scold for blogging this later)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha i like this term Sameer came up with... We are all SIA.... Single, Interested, Available.... it was fun to be out with the guys again... we only get to do this what once in a few months??? but i am glad we all still keep in contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh playing this angel mortal game this week and last week... one of my mortals dont want to reply me so heck care him.... the other one got reply last week but this week never yet hahah... but she has really nice handwriting... doubt she will read my blog anytime soon... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sian its been a long time since i blogged a proper post about whats happening in my life i guess its surprisingly fun to do this... hahah i think i might do this more often....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were taking about the power of blogs in todays GP lecture... but i doubt my blog is actually read by anyone... hardly la... i think all give up on waiting for me to blog something out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah well till next time then... meanwhile a song would be nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold one tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrap your arms around me till your knuckles are burning white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All your tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't match the bitter taste of all these wasted years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all you take, take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything that wasn't even yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't got a hold of me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a clear view there's a silhouette &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i watch you and i can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knew we were done when you locked that door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, i figured it out now breaking's what the heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i see you in a silhouette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you hold close do you feel regret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keeping me down when i hit that floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i figures it out girl breaking's what your heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For so long, i had to bite my tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what's the point if the feeling's gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turn my head, learned i only see some memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all i see is red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't, don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say it didn't happen that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't, won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe another word that you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In a clear view there's a silhouette &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And i watch you and i can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Knew we were done when you locked that door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yeah, i figured it out now breaking's what the heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When i see you in a silhouette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And you hold close do you feel regret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Keeping me down when i hit that floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And i figures it out girl breaking's what your heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yeah, breaking's what your heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yeah, breaking's what your heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And not a soul sleeps, another heart skips a beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In every note that your wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And i hope that you choke one the lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You're wasting my time, another heart beats tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In a clear view there's a silhouette &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And i watch you and i can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Knew we were done when you locked that door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yeah, i figured it out now breaking's what the heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When i see you in a silhouette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And you hold close do you feel regret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Keeping me down when i hit that floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And i figures it out girl breaking's what your heart is for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, breaking's what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, breaking's what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, breaking's what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, breaking's what your heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Breakin' - The All American Rejects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When The World Comes Down&lt;/div&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/36625682-1790783004324773503?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36625682.post-8711778850251636232</id><published>2009-02-15T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:29:35.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've all been lost for most of this time&lt;div&gt;everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following the wrong steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being lead by pride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            Lost-Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-8711778850251636232?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/8711778850251636232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=8711778850251636232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8711778850251636232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8711778850251636232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/02/weve-all-been-lost-for-most-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1769804522449342541</id><published>2009-02-13T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:26:17.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation 2009</title><content type='html'>OK so once again i have been asked to update my blog...&lt;div&gt;and i am not going to state any names this time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah anyway just had orientation for the JC1's haha i took the class 0911 quite cool their class got 21 girls pro right... haha its a fun class very different from taking a class with more guys in it... somehow its refreshing to take a class of girls haha.... dont comment on my preference... i like the girl class more xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway they were quite hyper i suppose most anyway some still quite quiet dont know why also leh maybe its me... maybe i talk too much i think i do... lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hahaha the dancing was cool first time i can teach people to dance sia haha if not normally is people must teach me one... haha oh and i can dance the girl part too hahah i am not gay ok.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the games were fun... at least they didnt just stone one corner do nothing they were enthu and played haha so fun.... makes an ogl feel good you know to see your og have fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentosa was fun too... dont know why the og suddenly ask me why i so sad... i got sad meh.... never what....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALEX ALL THE WAY.... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the alex ogl are nice and fun... haha after disco night still can go eat DOU HUA (thanks sandy for telling me how to spell this)... hahaha so late then go home.... disco night was fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant break dance hahaha so i wonder why i tried .... so embarrassing... infront of so many girl some more.... blame myself for falling and trying to make it look intentional....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha ah well it was all fun while it lasted all the games dancing cheering till my voice now very sexy.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i am going to miss this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha i hope 0911 doesnt forget who i am or what diana jessica and renjie are.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you (girls) must wave to me k... dont forget hor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha so this posts ends here i suppose will try to update more frequently....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh shit sia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do my bit for the school then cant finish homework then tio warning letter how nice....... i want to curse but got girls read so i wont.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1769804522449342541?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1769804522449342541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1769804522449342541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1769804522449342541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1769804522449342541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-so-once-again-i-have-been-asked-to.html' title='Orientation 2009'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-2193725312658256679</id><published>2009-01-01T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:23:42.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post of the new year...&lt;div&gt;well 2008....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really dont know what to say about 2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been a year with the best and the worst in my life so i really dont know.... its weird la.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this new year is set to be one hell of a ride... and i am just going to ride with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope what i learnt this last year will help me do that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think if it doesnt i will go mad... well happy new year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-2193725312658256679?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/2193725312658256679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=2193725312658256679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/2193725312658256679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/2193725312658256679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-6889274207971847066</id><published>2008-12-19T08:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:18:55.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i am blogging atthe buidget terminal....&lt;br /&gt;wow... this terminal i really really budget sia...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well off to Phuket now... will be home onemonday so catch you all then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone... donbt worry i will take care one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-4567851933092345432</id><published>2008-12-17T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:35:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you very much...&lt;div&gt;Dont even know when you will be back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me when you get home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i know you wont be able to read this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays have come to an end... as of when i come home from my holiday its mugging time... time to hit mug mode and start studying... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its against my morals but yes i have to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lost for what to type here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm haha sometimes i notice people tend to over-complicate a simple thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not shooting anyone or anything i am just making a general statement... not like anyone reads this blog.... anyway i like my stuff nice and simple if i can do it with no fuss then why fuss? it adds to your stress makes you pissy and gives you white hair... so yeah always look for the simple solution... but make the simple solution good too if not you will be labeled SLACKER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-4567851933092345432?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/4567851933092345432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=4567851933092345432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4567851933092345432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/4567851933092345432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-780064042723420272</id><published>2008-11-27T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:14:25.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should not let my blog go to waste again.... haha it seems to be dying all over again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i am just running out of things to blog about, BUT here i am blogging about blogging... haha how weird... ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i got tagged to do a quiz but i dont think i will do it today maybe in my next post if i remember... hahaha sorry...you guys wont learn anything from the quiz.... i think i would fill it up with "no comments"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is going to be a short post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i have to go christmas shopping.... dont know who to buy gifts for... sians... i never had this problem before.... till this year... yikes... haha i shall figure something out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY GUITAR.... I want to get faster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woo so random....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i miss you yeah ok.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye people i guess i shall think about what to post again soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-780064042723420272?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/780064042723420272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=780064042723420272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/780064042723420272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/780064042723420272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-should-not-let-my-blog-go-to-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-3194620650797619078</id><published>2008-11-24T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:32:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ignorance is Bliss"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What you don't know can't hurt you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are really true words spoken by wise men. this, is advise i intend to follow from now on i guess i have just seen more this year and i guess adopting a "heck care" attitude is whats best right now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i seriously dont want to be bothered with this whole business anymore. i look around and i guess i dont want to get hurt or disappointed.... i just want to live and let be... i am tired of being just that guy.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is an emo post.... i dont know why i am emo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so from now on i am just going to live with the flow, if i dont have to i wont do anything much.... i guess i wont be the same anymore... maybe thats a good thing maybe thats a bad thing... some people might like the old me... i dont know i dont want to know i dont want to be held back by that... so i guess its time to change. its high time i did it so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-3194620650797619078?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/3194620650797619078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=3194620650797619078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3194620650797619078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/3194620650797619078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2008/11/ignorance-is-bliss-what-you-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-1223072273787917515</id><published>2008-11-16T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:44:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the sake of variety, this post will actually be about my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the school year has officially ended. haha wow JC1 has been one hell of a ride... i think the bumpiest in my life... (i think the inclusion of girls has something to do with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it has been one roller coaster ride filled with bumps and rushes of adrenaline... but it was a great ride nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year i have made many many good friends friends that i think i will keep for a long time. i also realised that my old friends are really important. all in all this year i learnt alot about friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year has been a journey of self discovery for me, i found out more things about myself, i also observed alot more about the people around me. i guess this year is a complete change from life that i am use to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a way i feel that change is good, but also in a way i miss the old days, the old friends i hardly get to see now... Zhi Hao, Terry Desmond, Zi Yang, Sameer, Yvan... all the rest i guess i miss it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess thats part of the reason i joined ventures instead of some CCA in NY... there i get to be with my brothers from another mother and father... haha... but well, i miss SJI... i dont know i guess i am glad i made the choices i made... granted sometimes the choices i make seem dump and cause me to just want to go back to the old days... haha well i guess through these choices i have come to become more wise and learn to wait and see instead of doing something that is destined to fail or rather have a low chance of success....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all in all i guess this year has been a relatively good one i hope i can end it well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all my old and new friends out there, i think most likely i will remember you guys for life...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol hannah i not going to tell you what i am getting you.... haha... you can get excited again when you see it xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-1223072273787917515?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/1223072273787917515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=1223072273787917515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1223072273787917515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/1223072273787917515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-sake-ofvariety-this-post-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-8814525014326587913</id><published>2008-11-15T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:21:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so as promise i will write a nice little post for Ms Hannah Ee En Min.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want to break every clock, the hands of time could never move again, we could stay in this moment for the rest of our life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                           -Anberlin; Inevitable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my reaction to the song when i first heard it on the CD's Adam lent me. This song really cause me to think rather deeply about certain things. Well i guess that is true, we do encounter moment in our lives that we dont want to let go of. these moments mean so much to us that we just like the song says "want to break every clock" so that "the hands of could never move again". We want to freeze these amazing moments in time so we will be able to cherish and keep it with us till time itself ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, thats not possible. Time cant be stopped, Whether we like it or not life moves on with of without us, and the people in these moments move on to. As much as we want it to remain as such it cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes there is a but. These moments arent forever lost. it is forever locked away in our memories, moments of happiness and joy locked away to be played over and over again in our minds and the best thing is nothing can ever spoil these memories. They have already been made and they will remain as such till the day our mind becomes too weak to recall them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that it is best to move on from these moments. If we stop time at one single good moment, we will never get to the many other good maybe even better moments in our future. We will never meet new and maybe even better friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is never always bad, you must see the good in everything that way you will have more of these moments stored away frozen in time in the vaults of your mind, never to be lost again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Hannah a post for you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the first time ever i will being doing a quiz... thanks to Hannah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Does people treat you as side dish ?&lt;br /&gt;I am not Eaten by anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whats your most favourite thing to do ?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whats your favourite level in your whole life ?&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of boyfriend or girlfriend do you want ?&lt;br /&gt;A nice one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there somebody in your heart right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe that you can survive without money ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so i can get water from the tap and food from the dusbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid of pain ?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Finishing this fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there is someone you love , will you confess to him or her ?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List 5 things of people you dislike now&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbers...egoistic...act smart...self-centred...thats it i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why are you so anti-social sometimes ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the brand of your mouse?&lt;br /&gt;I dont use a mouse touchpad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you have a chance to be rich or happy , which one will you choose ?&lt;br /&gt;Can i pick both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have the chance , which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;SLACKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you are unhappy , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which country do you like the most ?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Which is your favourite CCAs ?&lt;br /&gt;Scouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Favourite Instrument?&lt;br /&gt;THE GUITAR DUH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the thing that you hate most about your stead ?&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total of 8 randomly picked out peoples tagged to do these quiz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;How am i supposed to know of 8 people who read this blog?&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/36625682-8814525014326587913?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/8814525014326587913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=8814525014326587913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8814525014326587913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/8814525014326587913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-as-promise-i-will-write-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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-36625682.post-9071821397926497121</id><published>2008-11-15T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:46:18.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pour out the Champagne....&lt;div&gt;Put up the decorations....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blast the trumpets....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sound the horns....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause Matt's blog is back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36625682-9071821397926497121?l=livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/feeds/9071821397926497121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36625682&amp;postID=9071821397926497121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9071821397926497121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36625682/posts/default/9071821397926497121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingmylifeontheoutside.blogspot.com/2008/11/pour-out-champagne.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745313509069083213</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>
