<?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-23414075</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:44:56.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>masque</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-7065646098968705310</id><published>2007-01-28T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:57:32.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;Go find another shoulder you can cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closed;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-7065646098968705310?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/7065646098968705310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=7065646098968705310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7065646098968705310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7065646098968705310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-im-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-1214790253950944702</id><published>2007-01-26T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:26:57.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm a leading man,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh-so intricate, yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote the gospel on giving up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You look pretty sinking,) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the real bombshells have already sunk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Prima-donnas of the gutter.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashing not like hips or cars, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, more like parties. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bandwagon's full, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, catch another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-1214790253950944702?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/1214790253950944702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=1214790253950944702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/1214790253950944702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/1214790253950944702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-leading-man-and-lies-i-weave-are-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-8809560356138492716</id><published>2007-01-16T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:08:08.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sweetness was so brief before contempt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;much that stretched like good faith then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry; such an ironic reflection of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-8809560356138492716?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/8809560356138492716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=8809560356138492716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/8809560356138492716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/8809560356138492716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweetness-was-so-brief-before-contempt.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-245307104857284956</id><published>2007-01-11T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:10:59.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Reasons why I dont like visiting the doctor's:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's uncanny how similar it is to visiting an relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)"Girl ah, you cut your hair so short for what? Cannot recognise you already."&lt;br /&gt;They never fail to comment on your looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "And you're in soccer? You're so thin! Ball come you fly already."&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the choice of what ever cca you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You always get asked about your age, although I've been seeing the dude for the last 16 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You inevitably end up browsing through the most boring and remote of magazines to avoid stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Nurse "My son in VJC also. Sailing, think he's coming down with a cough too."&lt;br /&gt;Mom nods in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Then both cluck away about how we younger folk fail to take care of ourselves properly. Parents somehow manage to socialise effectively with the fellow nurses/ patients whilst us kids wonder why they even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Nurse "Heard you're in soccer ah?"&lt;br /&gt;They always like to confirm what they already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)"You're like Kuwait, I'm giving you the fire arms to fight the bacteria. But iraq comes ahhh, then I need to give you an atomic bomb."&lt;br /&gt;Political warfare always manage to weedle into the conversation somehow. See the link between medicine dosage and politics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You are always surprised to realise that they do have a social life after all. Doctor was away for some NUS medicine faculty party, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) "Fever 39 degrees eh! Still want to go training tomorrow. Cannot! The day after also cannot!"&lt;br /&gt;Parents always end up horrified at by the end of the day, always agreeing with what they say. See why I'm not allowed to go school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) "You need the nasalisation."&lt;br /&gt;You see things that you haven't touched since primary school and thought you never had to use again. So I was stuck breathing into this mask thing, next to the lil machine for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) "Inhaler, you know how to use or not? Ahh come I teach you again."&lt;br /&gt;You always feel like a small kid by the end of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking can't stand being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-245307104857284956?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/245307104857284956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=245307104857284956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/245307104857284956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/245307104857284956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2007/01/reasons-why-i-dont-like-visiting.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-564585126940842208</id><published>2007-01-07T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:12:13.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We take sour sips, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From life's lush lips. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we shake shake shake the hips, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In relationships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random musing over m&amp;ns today; throat has become hoarse with an incessant cough which refuses to go away. Ended up shaking the bottle, so the carefully arranged colours are now a jumbled sight. Love the present loads hahah, think of you every time I pop one into my mouth. Amusing ain't it, how one often thinks about the has beens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange m&amp;ns for phyphy, who makes her preference clear with excited claims and bright grins. Blue ones for twoway if I recall right, brown ones for me (certain reference to Maid in Manhatten movie ) and you picked the yellow ones out for me once too. Onslaught of memories, stuck in a wistful reverie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift from secondary to JC has been, for the most part, alright. Got close friends by my side, a place I feel pretty much where I belong. Needed to get away from St. Nicks somehow, haunting past hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated closing the blog, maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-564585126940842208?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/564585126940842208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=564585126940842208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/564585126940842208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/564585126940842208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-take-sour-sips-from-lifes-lush-lips.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-3557283225932339829</id><published>2006-12-31T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:54:20.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Perpetual motion the image won't focus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blur is all that's seen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But here in this moment like the eye of a storm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all came clear to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found a shoulder to lean on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An infallible reason to live all by itself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took one last look from the heights that I once loved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I ran like hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-3557283225932339829?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/3557283225932339829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=3557283225932339829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/3557283225932339829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/3557283225932339829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/12/perpetual-motion-image-wont-focus-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-7096416919017640279</id><published>2006-12-24T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:14:28.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so since im not your everything, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how bout i'll be nothing, nothing at all to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having starbucks in the morning : ))&lt;br /&gt;Crashed Novena to get my coffee frappacino &amp; this christmas I guess I resolved a lot of things :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy really :) christmas eve was spent on a great (candle light ! ) service, carnival soccer &amp; merry go round. I feel like a kid but am still endlessly amused by such rides. (though got a lot of black mailing pictures taken hmmm. ) I want to go on a ferris wheel : D en is super strong, she can hug &amp;amp;amp;amp; twirl you about in the air; great to see the world spinning away in a blur. bear's ankle is rock solid, crashing into her = yours truly limping around still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Love Actually and I guess the plot shook me up a little, sniffling by the end of it. There was this guy with cards with messages for keira knightly, it was super sweet! totally melted by the end of it. I know how it feels like to be in that position ~&lt;br /&gt;To quote: "Without hope or agenda" ; "To me you are perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you friends. You rock my world : )&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas all&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-7096416919017640279?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/7096416919017640279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=7096416919017640279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7096416919017640279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7096416919017640279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-since-im-not-your-everything-how.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-3494948289728873151</id><published>2006-12-20T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:19:45.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;br /&gt;But you sing to me over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your life revolves around one single activity, you pause to wonder, is it worth it? Yet when one is stuck in this whirl of doing a million things at once, again one muses, what do I really want? I guess life's been too much of a one track for me lately;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be in a flurry of activity somehow, to busy for each other. Or rather my own schedule's crazy, giving me such an impression. This will be the last holidays spent as an secondary kid, shall cherish it as much as I can : ) Life's been good anyway, contented with where I am at, who I am with and what we're doing (sans the occasional blister and blue blacks). soccer &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I refuse to say it out loud, glad to have boss dude back safe &amp; sound in singapore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be too many lasts this december.&lt;br /&gt;Princess; please don't let things end this way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her closest friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were never meant to fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all these dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That didn't make the grade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-3494948289728873151?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/3494948289728873151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=3494948289728873151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/3494948289728873151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/3494948289728873151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-song-thats-inside-of-my-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-1005670667768196449</id><published>2006-12-17T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T06:20:26.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've got a dream straight from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Found love beyond all reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been scraping loads of wallpaper lately, pretty proud of my efforts, covered say half a wall in two days! Its easier crapping around with ssica hahah. Piping hot milo + Strawberry mousse cake makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into VJ; grateful for that. Not So Silent Night was interesting; IKEA has great chicken wings &amp; chocolate mousse; Ben and Jerrys' at close to eleven with chocolate fudge brownie was darn yummy! Phy &amp; Jia looked great cladded in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wwac;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you found someone who better deserves you. Heard from oneway today; hope you're doing fine girl &lt;3 &lt;em&gt;I've hurt myself by hurting you.&lt;/em&gt; Come what may, all the best in all you do yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 hours 41 minutes and counting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-1005670667768196449?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/1005670667768196449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=1005670667768196449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/1005670667768196449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/1005670667768196449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-got-dream-straight-from-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-7421389569014336184</id><published>2006-12-12T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:26:17.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lives of everyone you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Came a time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When every star falls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brought you to tears again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the very hurt you sold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what's the worst you take &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From every heart you break &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And like a blade you stain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I've been holding on tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the worst that I can say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-7421389569014336184?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/7421389569014336184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=7421389569014336184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7421389569014336184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7421389569014336184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/12/burning-on-just-like-match-you-strike.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-4187438800845324304</id><published>2006-12-10T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:03:23.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Take a chance to recognise that this could be yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its uncanny how alike the two of us are, at least in terms of how we feel about you. Almost dedicted the same song... It's just this stubborn streak of how I really don't want to be similar to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was a blast as usual, it always always is :D Today was especially wow. Relevance of preaching + news boys + david dor (i think its spelt like that)&lt;br /&gt;Heard the most beautiful rendition of Amazing Grace today. I mean, yes every once in a while, you hear a good voice, you pause to think "darn, he's good.'' David Dor was amazing. You just want to stop time,  freeze the moment &amp; listen to him croon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squadmates got me a classy white tote bag for belated present. &lt;3 Pepper lunch was darn good, havent spoke to you guys in a quite a long while.  dearest part, auntie, crush &amp; emperor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer next week, going to be crazily packed. monday, tuesday, thursday, saturdayyyyy.  Looking forward for Happy Feet with defendarr on saturday! Friday has VJ concert, anyone interested? Amusing skit ahead + super cool band performance ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts are getting more and more frivolous hmmm.  ~&lt;br /&gt;welcome back girlfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now if I wrote you a love note&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you smile at every word I wrote?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 days, 4 hours, 2 minutes left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-4187438800845324304?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/4187438800845324304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=4187438800845324304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/4187438800845324304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/4187438800845324304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-chance-to-recognise-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-5487979320430127955</id><published>2006-11-30T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T06:55:49.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captivated by the way you look tonight the light is dancing in your eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your sweet eyes , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Note, or beautiful night was really quite magical &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking out for my Star Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the line running through my mind for almost the entire night~&lt;br /&gt;wandering around the streets from 2am to 4am was a novelty, glad for the heart to heart session at the food court with kai and cecilia later.  sudden realisation that you really need to be involved to see exactly how relationships shift hmmm. Interesting pun on vinegar, which cecilia and I refused to touch, amusing kai.&lt;br /&gt;Balcony at 5am plus with tammy, yeeling, fanny and lorena. FC five plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back for cca later that afternoon was a rather wrenching affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ended the last official school event for the year. much love for our beloved 4diligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times like these we'll never forget , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staying out to watch the sunset , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad I shared this with you , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you set me free , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Showed me how good my life could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out to cel &amp; phy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I've got you to make me feel stronger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the days are rough and an hour feels much longer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earcandy of the moment; probably going on another hiatus again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I am hanging on every word you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's alright, alright with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-5487979320430127955?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/5487979320430127955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=5487979320430127955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/5487979320430127955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/5487979320430127955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/11/captivated-by-way-you-look-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-1706792599370941963</id><published>2006-11-27T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T03:38:31.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We ran past strawberry fields &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and smelt the summer time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays seem more packed than I planned it to be, what with vj soccer four times a week, and lots of outings : D beach one with wwac, food trail with my sis, clique, squad kayaking and the possibilty of going back to help out drills comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize on how our schedules clash, but then again, it's a twoway thing that neither of us are able to compromise ain't it? It's still ironic how I found out you were going out that day with hmm. I feel like I don't understand you anymore, but's its mutual I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm not one to beg. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was &lt;3 with pastor phil pringle. The CCC band rocks totally, lead singer sounding comparable to Nickelback and Hinder. Long chat with cell leader and crush in the morning had me thinking. Little India outing with dearest bear was quite amusing, though dearest, thank you hahah. There was a lot you said, and a lot that you didn't say that I could guess. You make my day~ [insert grumbles, why isn't there a tagboard at your blog, can't leave any messages : ( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short story to put things into perspective instead of somewhat childish angsting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table.There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I'll swing you girl until you fall asleep , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you wake up you'll be lying next to me , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll go to Hollywood make you a movie star , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want the world to know how beautiful you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-1706792599370941963?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/1706792599370941963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=1706792599370941963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/1706792599370941963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/1706792599370941963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-ran-past-strawberry-fields-and-smelt.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-5485605976576697709</id><published>2006-11-22T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:48:23.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your misery and hate will kill us all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So paint it black and take it back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplative mood lately. it's just natural to muse when the rain starts to fall doesnt it. was just thinking about what my best friend said a couple of days ago, about one of my unofficial theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why must you think that one person can't be close to others at the same time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, couldnt answer her then. Guess I always had the concept of a person being one whole, being close to someone else would be equivalent to giving up a part of yourself to share. If its just one person, how many parts could she possibly divide herself into? The more people she's close to, the less that other person matters to her doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part two of the theory "fight or flight?"&lt;br /&gt;apparently yes i do have a lot of time, once the Os are over, to think about such whimsical ideas. Its always been my nature to choose flight...  Sa says its a lil frustrating, guess I do agree to a certain extent. It's always easier to walk away isn't it. Haven't managed to find someone who made me want to fight for them I suppose, I fail to see the point in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person wants to go, there's nothing really you can do to stop her is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayeee. Maybe my pride just won't allow me to force someone to stay against their will, or maybe even when i'm not sure, whether the other person wants to stay, or wants me to stay. There in comes my conclusion on why I sometimes have a preference of being by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so old but it's not easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To say goodbye to all this heartache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To just say no, just run away, endure pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And suffocate every desire that hurts you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-5485605976576697709?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/5485605976576697709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=5485605976576697709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/5485605976576697709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/5485605976576697709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-misery-and-hate-will-kill-us-all.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-7021781649165803612</id><published>2006-11-19T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:32:28.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's no combination of words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No song that I could sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can try for your heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranberry + blueberry + oreo = weird ice cream flavour. try at your own risk, or rather have good friends such as dearest guitar part who would eat two mouthfuls for you but still cringe anyway :) finished the rest myself hahah, quite proud that i didnt just trash it. Even the person making the ice cream shot a dubious look at the combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was a blast : D went out with en and ssica, ended up doing super bimbo stuff :D interesting nails with 5 colours on one hand and candy smelling lip gloss; en trying to persuade me that no eyeshadow does not look like colour pencils. Whilst they shopped for pretty shoes, was eyeing a new guitar. Did get a sapphire pick today, darn prettttayyyy, crashing bras basah for good deals again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defendarr has pretty gray eyes now. i like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am happy! : D glad that's empty feeling is pretty much gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With sepiatone loving,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is the answer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how come it's so hard? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not always easy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sometimes life can be deceiving, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-7021781649165803612?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/7021781649165803612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=7021781649165803612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7021781649165803612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/7021781649165803612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-no-combination-of-words-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-116381934151678506</id><published>2006-11-17T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:16:21.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleepover; phantom of the opera; monopoly; step-up; vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something phy said, about feeling empty after O's? Reckon I'm having withdrawal symptoms. It was very much easier for life to be on hiatus, to forget all other troubles momentarily. I can't exactly run away now huh. I do apologise for being anti-social for the past few days, in the midst of excellent company and all : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hands on deck&lt;br /&gt;Dont abandon the ship&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what it could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All hands on deck&lt;br /&gt;My ship is sinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me go&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step to the right&lt;br /&gt;To your own rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Cause what comes next&lt;br /&gt;Is up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;To save me from this&lt;br /&gt;And I need the angels&lt;br /&gt;To all pray for me&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;Another worry&lt;br /&gt;Breaks right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And indecision bleeds me dry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shes turning pages&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making for her&lt;br /&gt;And shes painting pictures &lt;br /&gt;Without me in mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hands on deck&lt;br /&gt;Dont abandon the ship&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what it could have been&lt;br /&gt;All hands on deck&lt;br /&gt;My ship is sinking&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me go&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me drown&lt;br /&gt;the long walks on moon light beach&lt;br /&gt;the promises you could not keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so contagious&lt;br /&gt;You're so contagious&lt;br /&gt;for all the world we did not see&lt;br /&gt;for all the smiles you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;they're so contagious so contagious&lt;br /&gt;so very fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you you&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116381934151678506?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/116381934151678506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=116381934151678506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116381934151678506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116381934151678506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleepover-phantom-of-opera-monopoly.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-116281799397866439</id><published>2006-11-06T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T04:59:53.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time to wipe the slate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116281799397866439?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/116281799397866439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=116281799397866439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116281799397866439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116281799397866439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/11/closed.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-116264806879216077</id><published>2006-11-04T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:48:49.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Together, it doesn't feel right at all&lt;br /&gt;Together, together we've built a wall&lt;br /&gt;Together, holding hands we'll fall &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os. Os. Os. Os. Os. Os. Os!!&lt;br /&gt;status: residential mugger. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey there girlfriend;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that message yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I guess you finally understood what I meant&lt;br /&gt;I admit its my fault how it ended up like this, &lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve you ; &lt;br /&gt;stay strong yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia: &lt;br /&gt;can't tag on your blog for nuts, [inserts exasperation for trying the last thousand and one times] thanks for being so sweet dear : )) you know you are loved too! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; All the thoughts lead back to you&lt;br /&gt;Back to what&lt;br /&gt;Was never said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116264806879216077?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/116264806879216077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=116264806879216077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116264806879216077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116264806879216077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/11/together-it-doesnt-feel-right-at-all_04.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-116247829990962306</id><published>2006-11-02T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:54:16.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We both know that I shouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong&lt;br /&gt;And baby &lt;strong&gt;it's killing me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's killing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus doesn't seem to make much a deterence from blogging; especially when i'm in those don't give a damn moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tlc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Realised that I like to keep doing things that hurt myself somewhat, listening certain songs that remind me of how it was once upon a time, looking again at too familiar scribblings upon notes. &lt;em&gt;Inflicting a daily dosage of pain, maybe when you make me bleed again, I refuse to fall, standing proud&lt;/em&gt; You probably won't even read this until a long time after, by then it wouldn't matter. Wounds take a while to heal, but I'll be alright : ) wistful reminiscene upon that url. reminds me of how foolish I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;girlfriend;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like unbalanced relationships. Daily guilt trip when I see your messages, look at your posts, do you know how it's killing me. Maybe you don't see, dear you're scaring me, I never meant to become that important to you. Maybe she's right, I'm really cruel too. I never thought I'll be so happy to fade out of your life, but whenever I try to run away, you give chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic example of two different relationships in my life huh. Introspective mood tonight, despite the big Os going on and all. Letting off some steam and making sure everyone mentioned remains nameless; the gift of anoymonity is powerful indeed. Getting emotional whilst reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Is it better to have loved and lost, or to have never loved at all?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and such, twoway shares my view : ) maybe, just maybe, we might change our views one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This may be the last thing that I write for long&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song, for you, and only you&lt;br /&gt;As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;My foot is out the door, and you can't stop me now&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exact words I wrote on that letter to you. I don't like us not talking. But since its apparent that I don't really matter to you : ) I'll save my pride for the moment. Doesn't it show something that I'll am always the one to make this friendship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angsty mood tonight : ) but still. relatively apathetic. I feel like I'm watching the world around me through glass windows, seeing but not interacting, detached. found the poem today especially apt, definitely cool enough for an O level paper; flaws and concerns for the human nature indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I go, remember all the simple things you know,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is just a crutch and &lt;strong&gt;I still hope&lt;br /&gt;That you will miss me&lt;/strong&gt; when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116247829990962306?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/116247829990962306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=116247829990962306' title='0 Comments'/><link 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met?&lt;br /&gt;I sure do &lt;br /&gt;It was some time in early September &lt;br /&gt;But you were lazy about it, you made me wait around &lt;br /&gt;I was so crazy about you, I didn't mind &lt;br /&gt;So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't hard to find, you painted flowers on it &lt;br /&gt;Guess that I was afraid that if you rode away &lt;br /&gt;You might not roll back my direction real soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was crazy about you, then and now &lt;br /&gt;But the craziest thing of all &lt;br /&gt;Over ten years have gone by and you're still mine &lt;br /&gt;Locked in time, let's rewind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when we first moved in together &lt;br /&gt;The piano took up the living room &lt;br /&gt;You played me Boogie Woogie, I played you love songs &lt;br /&gt;You'd say, we're playing house &lt;br /&gt;Now you still say we are &lt;br /&gt;We built our getaway up in a tree we found &lt;br /&gt;We felt so far away but we were still in town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I remember watching that old tree burn down &lt;br /&gt;I took a picture that I don't like to look at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these times, they come and go &lt;br /&gt;And alone don't seem so long &lt;br /&gt;Over ten years have gone by &lt;br /&gt;We can't rewind, we're locked in time &lt;br /&gt;But you're still mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116170117746701831?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/116170117746701831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=116170117746701831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know how to use it &lt;br /&gt;That's why we, make a good you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright sneaking online for a last post before the big Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad how last of day school went; &lt;br /&gt;"to quarrel to be together"&lt;br /&gt;ironic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the muffin on thursday morning : )&lt;br /&gt;though the major reactions we recieved was rather uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;it tasted alright. honest. probably can't bake even half as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defendarr; &lt;b&gt;have heart, my dear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; You and me, we couldn't stand being normal&lt;br /&gt;That's why we, make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;We both laugh, at the most random situations&lt;br /&gt;That's the key, baby don't you agree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116143884356348347?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-116073552314972995</id><published>2006-10-13T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:58:35.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Corrinne May Lyrics - Save Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drift, I burn, I fly&lt;br /&gt;When you sing lullabies&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless, I'm yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the putty in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I dream, I cry&lt;br /&gt;When you take me on a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;You see me through and through&lt;br /&gt;You see just who i am&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that i &lt;br /&gt;was falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;At 90 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;I was bound to crash and die&lt;br /&gt;But out of nowhere you came and rescued me&lt;br /&gt;There must be some grace in the touch of your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ' cause you&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i met you&lt;br /&gt;Life was slow-mo&lt;br /&gt;So slow-mo&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had it figured out&lt;br /&gt;But you came and turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've come to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116073552314972995?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/116073552314972995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=116073552314972995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116073552314972995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116073552314972995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/10/corrinne-may-lyrics-save-me-i-drift-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-116032220419300423</id><published>2006-10-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:57:43.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The hardest thing - 98 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know that I shouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong&lt;br /&gt;And baby it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;It's killing you&lt;br /&gt;But both of us trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I've got somewhere else to be&lt;br /&gt;Promises to keep&lt;br /&gt;Someone else who loves me&lt;br /&gt;And trusted me fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;She's been good to me&lt;br /&gt;And she deserves better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell you i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;To show no emotion&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;When my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And my hearts not free&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Fate has a place and time&lt;br /&gt;So you can get on with your life&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be cruel to be kind&lt;br /&gt;Like Doctor Zhivago&lt;br /&gt;All my love i'll be sending&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there can be no happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell you i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;To show no emotion&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;When my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And my hearts not free&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another time, another day&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;She's been good to be&lt;br /&gt;And she deserves better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell you i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;To show no emotion&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;When my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And my hearts not free&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;To turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending i don't love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-116032220419300423?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/116032220419300423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=116032220419300423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116032220419300423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/116032220419300423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/10/hardest-thing-98-degrees-we-both-know.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115988044768222269</id><published>2006-10-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:56:50.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drops of Jupiter by Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere &lt;br /&gt;With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain &lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt;Since the return from her stay on the moon &lt;br /&gt;She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun &lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded &lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star &lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar &lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back from that soul vacation &lt;br /&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt;She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo &lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere &lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane &lt;br /&gt;Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet &lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day &lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way &lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind &lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find &lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken &lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you &lt;br /&gt;Even when I know you're wrong &lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation &lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet &lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day &lt;br /&gt;And head back toward the Milky Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun &lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded &lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you fall for a shooting star &lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar &lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;Fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;And are you lonely looking for yourself out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115988044768222269?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115988044768222269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115988044768222269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115988044768222269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115988044768222269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/10/drops-of-jupiter-by-train-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115988024761201870</id><published>2006-10-03T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:08:09.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun &lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded &lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing this blog. again : )&lt;br /&gt;listening to kim sam soon soundtrack and all the songs seem nostalgic and angsty. ~&lt;br /&gt;alright, all the best for O's everyone. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet &lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day &lt;br /&gt;And head back toward the Milky Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you fall for a shooting star &lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar &lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115988024761201870?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115987987030066395</id><published>2006-10-03T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:56:29.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ji Sun -  Ee Byul Mot Han Ee Byul &lt;br /&gt;(A Separation That Couldn't Start )&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idji anhassuni hemalgun usum &lt;br /&gt;bitnadon uri yennaldurul &lt;br /&gt;imi jiwossuni sumgappun nunmul &lt;br /&gt;kamahge byongdun ne moyangun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gude goun ne saranga sonul jabada oh &lt;br /&gt;dashi negero waso gobdigoun kotnorechorom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadugkin monjirul toro on goul &lt;br /&gt;hurin dalbiche shisobone &lt;br /&gt;sewore giphun jam pusoghan olgul &lt;br /&gt;sebyogisullo danjanghago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gude goun ne saranga sonul jabada oh &lt;br /&gt;dashi negero waso gobdigoun kotnorechorom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarang ajig gu jarie &lt;br /&gt;hanbondo ibyol mothan ibyol sogeso &lt;br /&gt;dashi doraonun gunal &lt;br /&gt;gutte ne norega i sesangul da gajilteni &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gude goun ne saranga sonul jabada oh &lt;br /&gt;dashi negero waso gobdigoun kotnorechorom &lt;br /&gt;udne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten your bright smile &lt;br /&gt;Our youthful past &lt;br /&gt;I've already let go &lt;br /&gt;The tears from my heart turned me into a dark figure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my delicate love, hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;Come back to me like delicate flower song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped the dusty mirror &lt;br /&gt;The moonlight shines upon it &lt;br /&gt;Plently of deep sleeps comfort our face &lt;br /&gt;A midnight slowly approaches &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my delicate love, hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;Come back to me like delicate flower song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is still at that place &lt;br /&gt;Where separation couldn't start &lt;br /&gt;When that day returns &lt;br /&gt;This song will take the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my delicate love, hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;Come back to me like delicate flower song &lt;br /&gt;And smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115987987030066395?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115987987030066395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115987987030066395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115987987030066395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115987987030066395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/10/ji-sun-ee-byul-mot-han-ee-byul.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115962679767473232</id><published>2006-09-30T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:43:38.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;desperado, why dont you come to your senses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that am the few lone blogs of 4 diligence still updating. only saw xiaojia update today in her blog :( going back to hiatus after i get back all my prelim results, which is mildly hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4dee barbecue was most definitely fun. setting up the fire was awesome, thanks to us uniform groups sans yuting haha and jia ! miss doing such things. fanny's miracle breath was wow :D i kept trying to no avail, will work on it ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my burn of the day: 7.5cm + blisters. wow. grateful that mabel was only half right, wound is of dark purple/ grey and not black. still &gt;.&lt; can't stand the idea of scarring &lt;em&gt;and scars are souveniers we never lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirt that clique gave for birthday got stained by charcoal and orange juice (in kai's valiant attempt to make the fire starters drink) and offered to swop shirts instead. interesting option considering mine was cream and hers was black, mine fitting and her loose haha. stains mostly came out in the wash : ) would be pretty much dead otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day from fanny "shades hide watery eyes" after both of us had sparkly eyes after lighting the fire.  brought shades to humour myself with :D surprised to see it on lorena, phy, tong, tracey etc to try it out. darnnnn amusing. lots of fangirl singing round the pit and 5566 songs with phy and tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to shaozhe and cecilia : ) sporting partners and fellow gamemasters, seemed our efforts didnt go to waste. though yes i admit to being mildly sadistic (insert threats of being dunked into the pool) but still i make life more interesting that way ayeee. funky group two(fan, yeewen, cel, tracey) , am proud of you haha! dares and forfeits to say the least, were woah. dont think i'll ever look at a foxes sweet in the same way for a long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar was hilarious as usual. guess some people never grow up. don't worry too much bout the rest of the prelims papers crush, you'll do fine :D  thanks for candy elephants! still owe me the butterfly handphone keychain thing haha ~~ after Os kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm thanks for the honest opinion. means a lot, truly. am okay yeaaaa : ) just  concluded that someone, most likely and also obviously yours truly, has to back out to salvage the remnants of my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a drive&lt;br /&gt;Driven by your love&lt;br /&gt;But when you messed around&lt;br /&gt;I lost the drive I found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115962679767473232?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115962679767473232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115962679767473232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent seen joy since august i think. our lovely ex nco hasnt changed much, longer hair that seems more waxed than usual, but otherwise still looking the same. she came up with a lot of lame reasons to not join hwaching haha, saying that she's still not attached cos of the guys there. suggesting that rj, nj (rampant culture oh gosh) or aj would equals to better luck. amusing to hear her narate tales about guys throwing shoes on stage whilst a lecture is going on. Or the fact that dustbins have been used as hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's inspiring though unconventional. 7 points for prelims goodness. plus she's so not mugger! though what she said about scholarship made me rethink, "there's a price for anything." after coming back from the police scholarship interview ; questions seem oddly familiar to the station inspector ones. (wonder if they have standard questions for all police affiliations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can tell she cares about our squad : ) so sweet haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recieved prelim papers back today. did okay, no worries so far. i mean, there's not much i can do to change the past yes, so working hard for Os (soon). &lt;br /&gt;planning treasure hunt/ amazing race with shaozhe and cecilia, hoping it'll be a blast for class barbecue tomorrow. keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof &lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed &lt;br /&gt;You're My Survival, You're My Living Proof &lt;br /&gt;My love is alive and not dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together &lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love &lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hang from above &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way &lt;br /&gt;back from the dead &lt;br /&gt;Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things &lt;br /&gt;you said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder &lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older &lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current earcandy: I'll Be, Goo Goo Dolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115952867771561228?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115952867771561228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115952867771561228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115952867771561228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115952867771561228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/09/seems-like-fate-has-mind-of-her-own.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115943876526054656</id><published>2006-09-28T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T07:01:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of &lt;em&gt;vox populi&lt;/em&gt;, now vacant, vanished; a vital voice once venerated, now vilified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, random way to reopen this blog but heck :D loved the song Jonanthan Leong sang for the finals of Singapore Idol, Should I stay by Dreamz FM (our few local bands) and just incuding the chorus here for amusement~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;br /&gt;I dont know (I dont know)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims are finally over. we're getting back our results tomorrow. one can only hope? reflection yesterday was somehow, not emotional for me.  though wonderful class of 4dee and amazing squadmates will always be deeply cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take the photographs and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have no idea how we ended up like this.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps avoidance is a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you say i'm the reason of your insanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115943876526054656?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115943876526054656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115943876526054656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115943876526054656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115943876526054656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-visage-no-mere-veneer-of-vanity.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115883748825435786</id><published>2006-09-21T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:55:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes am breaking my hiatus. for just this one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakshow;&lt;br /&gt;do you need me to prove that you matter?&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when you hurt&lt;br /&gt;stop this masquerade and mindgames alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115883748825435786?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115883748825435786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115883748825435786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115883748825435786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115883748825435786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-am-breaking-my-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115831651769748698</id><published>2006-09-15T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:55:00.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Save Tonight by Eagle-eye Cherry&lt;br /&gt;go on and close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;'cause all we need is candlelight&lt;br /&gt;you and me and the bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;gonna hold ou tonight, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we know I'm going away&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish, I wish it weren't so&lt;br /&gt;so take this wine and drink with me&lt;br /&gt;let's delay our misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fight the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a log on the fire&lt;br /&gt;and it burns like me for you&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow comes with one desire&lt;br /&gt;to take me away, its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;darling please don't start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;'cause girl you know i've got to go, oh&lt;br /&gt;and Lord I wish it wasnt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes to take me away&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I, that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;but girl you know i've got t go, oh&lt;br /&gt;and Lord I wish it wasn't so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be gone (x4)&lt;br /&gt;Save tonight.. (x5)&lt;br /&gt;oh thats right&lt;br /&gt;save tonight (x3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115831651769748698?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115831651769748698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115831651769748698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115831651769748698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115831651769748698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/09/save-tonight-by-eagle-eye-cherry-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115773187153082671</id><published>2006-09-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:53:08.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SISTER HAZEL LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sword And Shield"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just when the sky runs out of rain&lt;br /&gt; Just when the sun runs out of light&lt;br /&gt; Just when the earth is ill with pain&lt;br /&gt; Just when your body is out of fight&lt;br /&gt; I will be there&lt;br /&gt; I will be the smallest piece in everything&lt;br /&gt; And I would give my life before I break this promise to you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Melt in to me&lt;br /&gt; Don't you want to be the ones that last forever&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your everlasting&lt;br /&gt; And enemies they take your will but they won't last forever&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your sword and shield and&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your sword&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your shield&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Just when the ocean starts to dry&lt;br /&gt; Just when the air is sick with smoke&lt;br /&gt; Just when the statues start to cry&lt;br /&gt; And fallen angels they lay broken&lt;br /&gt; I will be there&lt;br /&gt; I will be the smallest piece in everything&lt;br /&gt; And I would lose my life before I break this promise to you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Melt in to me&lt;br /&gt; Don't you want to be the ones that last forever&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your everlasting&lt;br /&gt; And enemies they take your peace but they won't last forever&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your sword and shield and&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your sword&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your shield&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'll be your gracious angel&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your favorite stranger&lt;br /&gt; I'll be the mortar holding your walls&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your army&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Just when the sky runs out of rain&lt;br /&gt; Just when the sun runs out of light&lt;br /&gt; Just when the earth is ill with pain&lt;br /&gt; Just when your body is out of fight&lt;br /&gt; I will be there&lt;br /&gt; I will be the smallest piece in everything&lt;br /&gt; And I would give my life before I break this promise to you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Melt in to me&lt;br /&gt; Don't you want to be the ones that last forever&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your everlasting&lt;br /&gt; And enemies they take your peace but they wont last forever&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your sword and shield and&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your sword&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your shield&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your sword&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your shield&lt;br /&gt; I'll be your army&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115773187153082671?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115773187153082671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115773187153082671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115773187153082671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115773187153082671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/09/sister-hazel-lyrics-sword-and-shield.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115534511896733055</id><published>2006-08-11T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:11:58.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hold on dreamaway&lt;br /&gt;you're my sweet charade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing this blog : ) there's nothing much to talk about to be honest. at least until prelims are over, but most likely till after Os. The world now revolves my new found romance interest of textbooks and notes and this love affair will be going on for a while. grades arent exactly ideal at the moment. fellow sec 4s, if you're reading this, what are you online for. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never missed you this much, &lt;br /&gt;never thought I would,&lt;br /&gt;didn't think you'd feel so far away &lt;br /&gt;your summer perfume is still,&lt;br /&gt;blowing through this hallway, &lt;br /&gt;autumn's amber red shadows dance &lt;br /&gt;so go past the lights and all the excuses &lt;br /&gt;you could have left "sincerely yours" &lt;br /&gt;don't you think it's obvious that i want to say more? &lt;br /&gt;cause anything too daring to say to you, &lt;br /&gt;will be said in this letter, &lt;br /&gt;then burned away &lt;br /&gt;so you never realize, &lt;br /&gt;I'm here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115534511896733055?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115534511896733055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115534511896733055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115534511896733055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115534511896733055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/08/hold-on-dreamaway-youre-my-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115409932635974681</id><published>2006-07-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:11:39.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Stranded in the wrong time &lt;br /&gt; Where love is just a lyric in a children rhyme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you shooting com!&lt;br /&gt;and so here ends NP officially ~&lt;br /&gt;withdrawal symptoms? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wwac:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about this saturday. probably not. mom doesnt like long phone calls&lt;br /&gt;sides. am suppose to be drowning in my books? girl, don't overthink kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115409932635974681?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115409932635974681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115409932635974681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115409932635974681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115409932635974681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/07/stranded-in-wrong-time-where-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115391192979814434</id><published>2006-07-26T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T04:06:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DBSK : DDD&lt;br /&gt;they're really cute~&lt;br /&gt;jaejoong as noksu is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you piggy for being super sweet today&lt;br /&gt;chocolately chocolate waffle.&lt;br /&gt;and dear your lying cannot make it~&lt;br /&gt;am touched haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 more days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swore to share your joy and your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'll swear it all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115391192979814434?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115391192979814434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115391192979814434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115391192979814434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115391192979814434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/07/dbsk-ddd-theyre-really-cute-jaejoong.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115353504984217627</id><published>2006-07-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:24:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow me there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beautiful somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A place that I can share with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how such a magical night ended on a sad note&lt;br /&gt;bet the teachers were amused by our snnpccc. (NPCC-Choir)&lt;br /&gt;twoway is right i guess, we'll still see each other around but its not the same anymore-&lt;br /&gt;can't stand the people who made my juniors cry and in a rebellious way i guess i'm happy krystal argued back haha.  remember tolerance + smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 apple miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going away for a long vacation till i find anything else blog worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115353504984217627?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115353504984217627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115353504984217627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyyy miss, the shoes are darn nice :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you. eight hours aye. go sleep please and its okay if its belated or something. and take care of that ankle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandal amuses me : ) one hand give letter, one hand pass up trial exam. super amusing, alright will do them, just for your sake dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting partners are hilarious too, what with piggy constantly aiming to throw sweets into my mouth and another one talking about orbiting pooh bears and hamburgers. we laugh a lot : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you dear bestie for the long talk today, helped get a lot outta my system. you made me much less pissed off haha. : )[technically I should be free of you, but yet you still manage to dominate my life? oh god. ] although i am rarely angry, i guess it made my dear bestie quite amused? the explosion and all. and you justify my thoughts, which goes to prove that i'm not overthinking/ analysing nor being oversensitive. it puzzles me why people contradict themselves, their words and actions. i guess I ranted a lot. haha. we need more sessions like this to blow off steam aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a blessing in disguise in a strange way, although i apologize to those unwilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115321761624256741?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115321761624256741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115321761624256741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115321761624256741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ceremony awards lunch dress photos SOS concert tears joy hugs laughter gifts prayer wwac apple roses guitar letters CIs buttons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you sec 3s for working so hard for our pop : )&lt;br /&gt;thank you sec 2s for the photobook and no i promise not to drool on it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;thank you sec 1s for the most hilarious performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you squadmates for making my life complete-&lt;br /&gt;thank you partner for being my source of strength.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we're on this &lt;em&gt;one way&lt;/em&gt; street just you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you SNNP : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even the day must give way to the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115301526238016040?l=mas-querade.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-23414075.post-115107479351684872</id><published>2006-06-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:59:53.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Junior Training Camp 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;citius, altius, &lt;strong&gt;fortius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the campers for making this camp such a great one :)&lt;br /&gt;and all hail to my fellow instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earcandy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we can't do it, no one can.&lt;br /&gt;Can we do it? Yes ma'am!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115107479351684872?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115107479351684872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115107479351684872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115107479351684872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115107479351684872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/06/junior-training-camp-2006-citius.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115062449906608906</id><published>2006-06-18T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:54:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Saccharine caffeine nicotine gum&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it tastes sweet but it's not for long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115062449906608906?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115062449906608906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115062449906608906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115062449906608906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115062449906608906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/06/saccharine-caffeine-nicotine-gum-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115037720684468629</id><published>2006-06-15T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:16:55.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sweetest goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here on request :DD leaving this blog behind till say POP;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unit outing yesterday was a blast. kudos to the ICs for planning a fun program :D hope you guys like the squad present that me and sohteng gave although it was sadistic ? : P was piggyback thrice yesterday. squadmates are darn strong? celine took me for a run along the beach like that and it kicked ass. enid tried and both of us fell to sand laughing. got en to take a picture of us like that :D and i couldnt grab ssica properly; thank you for not dropping me halfway. sylvia and ping are lifesavers. -sheepish grin-&lt;br /&gt;love our squad photo in the beach :D ennn was most amused by one of my poses right -winks- darn sad that we couldnt go for squad dinner. maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was entertaining too. &lt;s&gt;pink&lt;/s&gt; light purple braces and luffy morgan the cat :D change of specs. we weren't very productive you know. i'll try my luck with the tuning fork ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stole this from my playmate; it looked fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life: The Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works: Open your music player (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc). Put it on shuffle. Press play. For every question type the song that's on. When you go to a new question press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Corporate- I want to save you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking Up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie Orrico- Stuck&lt;br /&gt;I do not wake up thinking like that ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling in Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son of Dork- Ticket Outta Loserville&lt;br /&gt;oh man hahahaha. darn hilarious : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight scene:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple plan- Don't wanna think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte- Girls like cars and money&lt;br /&gt;-.- that makes me sound darn shallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting back together:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenday- Time of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;Secret Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback- Photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's okay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted- That's what I go to school for&lt;br /&gt;I find this super amusing : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental breakdown:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera- Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;apt i guess~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcfly- I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashback:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt- Out of My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Pacific- Gone so Young&lt;br /&gt;ironyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy dance:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All American Rejects- Stab my back&lt;br /&gt;the irony again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regretting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte- Bloody Valentine&lt;br /&gt;another appropriate song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long night alone:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LFO- If I can't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death scene:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronan Keating- We've got tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ending credits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronan Keating- The way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;a very sweet ending &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something I owed my crush for a darn long time alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What were you doing in secondary school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crazy over CCA !&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing : )&lt;br /&gt;3. Drowning in stacks of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five of your favourite singers / bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;2. Sister Hazel&lt;br /&gt;3. The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;4. Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;5. WaT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tennis lessons &lt;3&gt;Five bad habits?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastinating &gt;.&lt;&gt;Five things you like doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. being with friends and family :D&lt;br /&gt;2. listening to music&lt;br /&gt;3. reading&lt;br /&gt;4. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;5. playingggg :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five things you would never buy, wear or get?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pink/ green wig&lt;br /&gt;2. grandma clothes wwac made me wear -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five favourites?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God!&lt;br /&gt;2. Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;5. MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five people to do this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wwac&lt;br /&gt;2. scandal&lt;br /&gt;3. playmate&lt;br /&gt;4. yeeling&lt;br /&gt;5. fanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there she goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115037720684468629?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115037720684468629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115037720684468629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115037720684468629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115037720684468629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweetest-goodbye-here-on-request-dd.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-115020932878347199</id><published>2006-06-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:35:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; "At some point, you have to make a decision; boundaries don't keep other people out, they fence you in. Life is messy; that's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them." &lt;br /&gt;[ Meredith Grey; Grey's Anatomy ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-115020932878347199?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/115020932878347199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=115020932878347199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115020932878347199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/115020932878347199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-some-point-you-have-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114985887519627890</id><published>2006-06-09T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:49:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wass up babe :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what wasabi ice cream at bugis junction is called. hmmm fanny and i cleared majority of it [we so rock. i feel darn accomplished] while yeeling helped out. my dearest playmate barely touched it : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried their green tea ice cream; way strong flavouring. crashed bugis village later and shopped till high? boots for prom night ! We were walking through a group of people smoking, yeeling went "like genting like that, all the clouds." am darn amused. i bought pearl earings and a crown ring~ neoprints were slightly disastrous for yours truly because i closed my eyes at the wrong moment. fanny was teaching me how to keep them open after that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed over to cine for mise-e (i think thats how you spell it?) to no avail. [dont be sad tammy; ] but we discovered that the 9 level of cinleisure has a way cool neoprints outlet and its a gamer's haven : D definitely worth a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sijia, arent you proud i rmb to bring your cd? (ran home to get it cos i forgot at first kay. be honoured. ) your new hairstyle is qt cool la. haha :) btw thanks tammy imouto-chan - thai music is darn cool, esp golf and mike's cd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you're everywhere to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114985887519627890?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114985887519627890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114985887519627890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114985887519627890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114985887519627890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/06/wass-up-babe-d-thats-what-wasabi-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114952318839068288</id><published>2006-06-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:13:55.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always good to have someone to motivate you to study :D like the 11.30 agreement with dearest scandal[such was the purpose of the 8.30am-9pm course today. felt more like a laugh fest though]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the search for something more says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahah i will go offline and you &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; do your work okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the search for something more says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES SCANDAL, YOU MAKE ME &lt;strong&gt;PROUD&lt;/strong&gt; : D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I like to run away from situations instead of facing them. it so doesnt help because the other party does the same. I guess i'm overthinking on the mindgames we seem to play. much love goes to en and jialing for getting me a seriously cool bible last sunday. am darn touched ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And scars are souvenirs you never lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114952318839068288?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114952318839068288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114952318839068288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114952318839068288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114952318839068288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-everything-feels-like-movies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114934570996393303</id><published>2006-06-03T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:45:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Everyone's a Casanova,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and pass me the mistletoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm havent been here in two weeks, happily abandoned blogger ? guess life's too hectic for a regular update. changed my skin to the brownest ever, dont be sad wwwac : ) ice cream outing at icekimo was funnnn. and I refuse to admit i look like a pineapple. your guitar is pro [ therefore you are not allowed to mock at mine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for guitar late cos I fell asleep watching movie todayy. sorry crush ! haha. and we went looking at some very nice and classy heels after that although you had to run off oops. latest fettish : wedges ! &lt;3 its probably the only thing with heels i'll probably not fall down in. your new layout is darn sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red rain concert was amazing. 3 hours of jumping and singing was great. thanks for tammy for waiting for me at toapayoh anddd thanks to miss tong for the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was spent running around the island in bright yellow glowing t-shirts at break neck speed (literally with netballers heading) mrs hoo [am still amazed at how you solved the sudoku thing], sa, cel, joyce make good competitiors : ) reaquainted with a good friend for thursday recess. sihui's my new food nutritionist !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATT test was okay except my darling emperor is darn rough with her casualty? en ahhh ! bully oic can, abit whole squad came in to look in amusement at the ring pad upon thy head. First Class ! -crosses fingers- got back ATT results. (reckon I was the last to know) First in first aid -big big grin- and third for theory. Finished off fourth overall cause I flunked knots and lashings. anyway am darn high ! its a happy happy night today, fuji-fan blog is hot :D and much love goes to fanny;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaili's star is now resting proudly on my bed, sijia's cd playing on my computer and yeeling's fuji card on my desk. you guys are sweet ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday nights with you have been really nice. I apologize for being late perpetually? (indirectly causing you to have no time to buy food and end up with biscuits in the theatre. :/) we made it to da vinci code in the end, actually i think sophie neveu is really pretty after the movie. and silas definitely eye-candy-able. anddd i will most definitely get my hands on that picture one day, i also promise not to laugh to my death -smirks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly. and most importantly. SHOOT COM ! am darn proud of you guys and your results. no matter what, you guys tried your best? lets cross our fingers till we confirm if we do make it to finals ~ and be honoured about your present, i cant sew for nuts XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to service and shopping with mummy dearest tmr : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114934570996393303?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114934570996393303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114934570996393303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114934570996393303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114934570996393303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/06/everyones-casanova-come-and-pass-me.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114830205129242716</id><published>2006-05-22T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T05:47:31.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shotgun Serenade; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's the final bullet to put our love to death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114830205129242716?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114830205129242716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114830205129242716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114830205129242716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114830205129242716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/shotgun-serenade-heres-final-bullet-to.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114790187570692829</id><published>2006-05-17T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:37:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey; shooting com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 the spirit shown yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;concentration shown was most admriable&lt;br /&gt;despite random singing, stomping, clapping, clanging, bouncing, banging, blowing :)&lt;br /&gt;its a mere &lt;strong&gt;13 &lt;/strong&gt;days away.&lt;br /&gt;3 more sessions left peeps !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night study was funnn : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon i amused sylvia because I couldnt figure how to insert battery into my new phone? thanks for trying to explain to me haha. I finally got it okayyy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been housing all these doubt and insecurity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I've been locked inside that house, while you hold the key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114790187570692829?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114790187570692829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114790187570692829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114790187570692829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114790187570692829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-shooting-com-3-spirit-shown.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114750335505733489</id><published>2006-05-12T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:14:44.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;thanks w.w.a.c for the layout : )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front row outing yesterday ;&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon of little mermaid 2, mulan 2, brokeback ~&lt;br /&gt;well the last one was only watched by tammy and me&lt;br /&gt;it definitely deserves its r21 rating -.-&lt;br /&gt;[was most amused by watching tammy make shaozhe jealous via messages]&lt;br /&gt;cecilia indulged in fruits basket and kaili in making roses&lt;br /&gt;neoprints were most entertaining : D&lt;br /&gt;princess, prince, devil, angel haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont wanna change sitting arrangements next term-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me,&lt;br /&gt;how to call someone you made cry&lt;br /&gt;rahhh i feel darn bad :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114750335505733489?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114750335505733489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114750335505733489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114750335505733489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114750335505733489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/thanks-w.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114727817785285247</id><published>2006-05-10T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:22:57.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Ocean Avenue"; yellowcard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a place off Ocean Avenue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where I used to sit and talk with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were both 16 and it felt so right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping all day, staying up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staying up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would walk on the beach in our bare feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were both 18 and it felt so right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeping all day, staying up all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staying up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could find you now things would get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could leave this town and &lt;strong&gt;run forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and&lt;strong&gt; take me away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a piece of you that's here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can make believe that you're here tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're here tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could find you now things would get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could leave this town and run forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the look in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I told you that &lt;strong&gt;this was goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were begging me not tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not here, not now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're &lt;strong&gt;looking up at the same night sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And keep pretending the sun will not rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be together for one more night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere, somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could find you now things would get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could leave this town and run forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114727817785285247?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114727817785285247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114727817785285247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114727817785285247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114727817785285247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/ocean-avenue-yellowcard-theres-place.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114727778964051774</id><published>2006-05-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:51:01.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="QUASIMODO"&gt;QUASIMODO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be right&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be real&lt;br /&gt;honesty won't be a pain that you'll have to feel&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't need your approval&lt;br /&gt;to find my worth&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped inside of my own mind&lt;br /&gt;afraid to open my eyes cause of what I'd find and I&lt;br /&gt;don't want to live like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my pain&lt;br /&gt;there goes my chains&lt;br /&gt;did you see them falling&lt;br /&gt;because this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;there it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it scare you that I can&lt;br /&gt;be something different than you&lt;br /&gt;would it make you feel more comfortable if I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;you can't control me&lt;br /&gt;and you can't take away from me&lt;br /&gt;who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes my pain&lt;br /&gt;there goes my chains&lt;br /&gt;did you see them falling&lt;br /&gt;because this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't change me&lt;br /&gt;you can't break me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the world&lt;br /&gt;off of my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt&lt;br /&gt;like your only comfort was your cage&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the same as you&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt&lt;br /&gt;like your secrets give you away&lt;br /&gt;you're not aloneI've been there too&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone is lookin&lt;br /&gt;gand everyone is laughing but I think&lt;br /&gt;everyone feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to feel ok&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lthere goes my pain&lt;br /&gt;there goes my chains&lt;br /&gt;did you see them falling&lt;br /&gt;because this feelingthat has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;there goes the worldoff of my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;there goes the worldoff of my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;you can't change me&lt;br /&gt;you can't break me&lt;br /&gt;there goes the worldoff of my shouldersthere goes the worldoff of my backthere it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114727778964051774?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114727729598967462</id><published>2006-05-10T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:50:05.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="HANGING"&gt;HANGING BY A MOMENT&lt;/a&gt; ; lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;desperate for changing&lt;br /&gt;starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;closer to where I started&lt;br /&gt;chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgetting all I'm lacking&lt;br /&gt;completely incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your invitation&lt;br /&gt;you take all of me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what I'm diving into&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to losethere's nothing else to findthere's nothing in the worldthat could change my mindthere is nothing elsethere is nothing elsethere is nothing else&lt;br /&gt;desperate for changingstarving for truthcloser to where I startedchasing after you&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with youletting go of all I've held ontoI'm standing here until you make me moveI'm hanging by a moment here with youI'm living for the only thing I know I'm running and not quite sure where to goand I don't know what I'm diving intojust hanging by a moment here with youjust hanging by a momenthanging by a momenthanging by a momenthanging by a moment here with you&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114709254016885638</id><published>2006-05-08T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T06:53:25.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO XIANGLING AKA ONEWAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling rather bored so i have decided to pop by and leave a message here since your guestbook is gone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a fun time looking at the board right? hahahaha. i hate the board somehow because i never look good in any sch pictures :( haha. and all that was said shall be kept a secret between the two of us xD i am not in a very good mood today. ask me for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my oneway very much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twoway ssica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] i still find it amusing when you said &lt;em&gt;"only I have the right of teasing you"&lt;/em&gt; haha yes i'll keep your dirty little secret and you'll keep mine : ) &lt;3 oneway[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114709254016885638?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114709254016885638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114709254016885638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114709254016885638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114709254016885638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-xiangling-aka-oneway-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114698417165788838</id><published>2006-05-06T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:42:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you dearest emperor for waiting almost 45 minutes at the mrt? -hides face- am sorry i fell asleep on the bus and missed my stop : l and will be looking forward to catching yeewen in school next tues, bringing your guitar girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twoway dont be sad ! will be seeing you on monday ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday is a sunday is a sunday i like : )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solo ferris wheel ride while you talk in merry-go-rounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114698417165788838?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114698417165788838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114698417165788838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114698417165788838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114698417165788838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-dearest-emperor-for-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114674588607520592</id><published>2006-05-04T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:31:26.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday cel : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're taking one down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114674588607520592?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114674588607520592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114674588607520592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114674588607520592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114674588607520592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-cel-cause-you-had-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114657348832400914</id><published>2006-05-02T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:49:40.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class outing was &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;death lingers at your side- &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nothing else matters as much to me now. get well soon.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guestbook is closing in 3 days. was reading through entries again and probably for the last time; time flies i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fallen from grace;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;such is the sound of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114657348832400914?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114657348832400914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114657348832400914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114657348832400914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114657348832400914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/05/class-outing-was-3-death-lingers-at.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114641045478273788</id><published>2006-04-30T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T08:20:59.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seoul garden with w.w.a.c today, and it was darn entertaining.  i cant believe you went missing on the mrt thoughhhh . and thank you for treating me? i feel guilty la, its super expensive.  i shall try to be less annoying and mean although i reckon its not gonna work? : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was superb (sans the coffee chicken. that was a mistake) and your antics were hilarious. i cant believe we didnt manage to find the ice cream bar ? it was just outside the restaurant. ice kacang was interesting enough with (i still think they're cute !) coloured tadpoles. crashed icekimo later for some home made ice cream and i'll definitely be back another day.  i look weird in your specs dear. teh tarik icecream for me and horlicks for wwac : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed this fashion and i cant believe what you got me to wear the red tube thing -cringes- and the grandma ish thing you picked later, there was no way i was ever gonna put that on, even if you bribed me. thanks for trying to chose clothes that i might wear to my cousin's wedding? haha i thought the vintage look you put together was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you made my day -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-23414075.post-114618512450809857</id><published>2006-04-27T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:45:24.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qiyou and sirui were entertaining themselves by tying shoelaces up together yesterday. and wanted me to hop back to class like that. from the mpr. and apparently i was adopted by qiyou who insisted my dad was a rock cos thats where she found me- cos i was whining about having no siblings and daddy?how amusing~ so on with search for my real parents -grins- fanny ! I want tuition from ya haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shaozhe you rocked yesterday? &lt;3 haha. i still cant get over how shaozhe went to tell qiuyu that she's cute and how liping told shaozhe her voice was sexy. almost fell off my chair at that comment. ended up laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes ssica, you're right. EC peeps were kinda agaitated yesterday; you were super funny going " I'm not going near EC people, they're all super agaitated now" after speech competition. dan agreeddddd ehhh; I guess i was too oblivious to how others felt : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics extra lesson was a complicated affair. cecilia was super cute though, " you dare say you dont want to work in pairs?" and shooting me the evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crush ! thank you for waiting with me at the bus stop yesterday and hearing me rant the long sad tale of my life : ) (as we watched many buses which you could take flew by) although still am at a loss, i feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandal! haha i miss you too. never see you online so long~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i screwed up bad yesterday. am really sorry? I dont know why i always end up complicating matters. rahhhh. i really dont know what to say to you. i dont even know how it got so bad.  please shoot me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above all powers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above all kings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above al nature and all creative things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above all wisdom and all the ways of men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were here before the world began&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above all kingdoms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above all smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above all the wonders the world has ever known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;above all else and treasures of the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no way to measure what You're worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grant me strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114597543174207039</id><published>2006-04-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:52:22.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so i'll say a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;and hope my dreams will take me there&lt;br /&gt;where the skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w.w.a.c ; i'm okay. haha. en; you were darn cool today. dont be so nervous dear~ went to my &lt;em&gt;neighbour's &lt;/em&gt;house today. much comic reading and magazine flipping and movie reviewing ensued. would have been hilarious if i could stay over? someday i want to okay~ and our movie ! lets go watch : D no i didn't get lost there or back amazingly. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down till front row outing; 4d outing takes place X)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114552985278515796</id><published>2006-04-20T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:52:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANA : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;da chang jin fans: &lt;a href="http://flash.cyol.com/product/05121802324416.swf"&gt;http://flash.cyol.com/product/05121802324416.swf&lt;/a&gt; should amuse you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;thank you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cecilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being a total dear the entire day taking care of yours truly, you're a very very sweet partner : )[and the herbal tea you bought, actually its quite nice. it just looks super murky. ] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kaili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for bringing chocolate haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for letting me steal a tiny bite of her caramel one and not telling cecilia (cos i'll get scolded haha. ) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sirui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for wanting chocolate so i didnt have any left to tempt me.&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: tammy imouto-chan, me and kaili like&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; chocolate; not&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; duck&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;chocolate. : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;andrea, mabel and cecilia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for their generous supply of tissue paper, doubt i'll survive without it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;qiyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for paying for my lunch haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;isabel and phyllinda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for letting me lie/ sleep on you guys throughtout assembly? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;allyssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being a dear to do majority of the physics experiment and walking me out to canteen. no i didn't faint on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for wearing the ring the whole day and letting me nap on ya : ) i promise to find mine very soon ! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being so understanding on why i cant stay back, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nana, ivy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and everyone else for wishing me to get well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for holding umbrella for me the entire way out although you're sick too? : ( get well soon dear. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;krystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for saying i look blur and sparing me reading the proposal; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;awyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for escorting me almost all the way home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ssica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for your worrying : )&lt;br /&gt;and lastly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for calling and coming to see me. to be honest, you surprised me? am touched, somehow. please get well yourself k : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;told myself that you wont notice and i wont be sad.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for proving both hypothesis true-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very loved today ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;freaking temperature of 39.1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gonna go school tmr anyway;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114552985278515796?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114552985278515796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114552985278515796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114552985278515796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114552985278515796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-nana-d-da-chang-jin.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114536405638100699</id><published>2006-04-18T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:40:56.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeewen finally made her way to stnicks today :)&lt;br /&gt;haha. make us go all the way out to fetch you~&lt;br /&gt;despite the meeting, i guess we all know that the crux of the problem isnt solved yet? its strange in a way, somehow i really appreciate you more. thank you partner! &lt;3 and thank you scandal for the chocolate, I survived on it only till 5 plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114536405638100699?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114536405638100699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114536405638100699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114536405638100699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114536405638100699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeewen-finally-made-her-way-to-stnicks.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114519809382524262</id><published>2006-04-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T07:48:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday and saturday was fun;&lt;br /&gt;service was amazing at city harvest (invited by en and jialing)&lt;br /&gt;amused dearest twoway from bishan to expo and back. &lt;br /&gt;am too scandalous for my own good at times : )&lt;br /&gt;found it damn amusing that someone thought I looked 17 (maybe cos I was wearing something a little wrong. oops. haha.) and he freaked out when he realised i wasn't just a nco but the oic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 yiwen, please dont go missing when you visit st.nicks again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stop the fight between you two, its hurting everybody and its not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much longer are we going to walk the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114519809382524262?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114519809382524262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114519809382524262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114519809382524262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114519809382524262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-and-saturday-was-fun-service.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114506573016936889</id><published>2006-04-14T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T06:02:35.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'll Be OK"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When everything is going wrong&lt;br /&gt; And things are just a little strange&lt;br /&gt; It's been so long now&lt;br /&gt; You've forgotten how to smile.&lt;br /&gt; And overhead the skies are clear&lt;br /&gt; But it still seems to rain on you,&lt;br /&gt; And your only friends all have&lt;br /&gt; Better things to do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt; When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt; And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt; When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt; Along the way&lt;br /&gt; Oh, just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt; I, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Now things are only getting worse&lt;br /&gt; And you need someone to take the blame&lt;br /&gt; When your lover's gone &lt;br /&gt; There's no-one to share the pain&lt;br /&gt; Your sleeping with the TV on&lt;br /&gt; And your lying in an empty bed&lt;br /&gt; All the alcohol in the world&lt;br /&gt; Could never help me to forget&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt; When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt; And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt; When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt; Along the way,&lt;br /&gt; Just try a little harder&lt;br /&gt; Try your best to make it&lt;br /&gt; Through the day,&lt;br /&gt; Oh just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt; I, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You're not alone (you're not alone)&lt;br /&gt; You're not alone (you're not alone)&lt;br /&gt; You're not alone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt; I, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt; Oh, just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt; I, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt; Won't you tell yourself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt; When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt; And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt; When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt; Along the way,&lt;br /&gt; Try a little harder&lt;br /&gt; Try your best to make it&lt;br /&gt; Through the day&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Oh, just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt; I, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt; I, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt; I, I'll be OK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114506573016936889?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114506573016936889/comments/default' title='Post 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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-23414075.post-114506562333851484</id><published>2006-04-14T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T06:01:26.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its all about you, its all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you, its all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you asked me something I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;So I told you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you whispered in my ear and you told me to&lt;br /&gt;Said you make my life worth while&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer all your wishes&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and say three words like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles its all about you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer all your wishes if you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses dont know what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and say three words like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles&lt;br /&gt;Yes you make my life worth while&lt;br /&gt;So I told you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you, its all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you, its all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you, its all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you, its all about you&lt;br /&gt;Its all about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114506562333851484?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114506562333851484/comments/default' title='Post 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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-23414075.post-114475095070369642</id><published>2006-04-11T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T03:22:30.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;thank you for being honest today;&lt;br /&gt;the message meant a lot&lt;br /&gt;I know we're both very tired&lt;br /&gt;I guess both of us could learn more about patience&lt;br /&gt;the break for the weekend will do us good i think.&lt;br /&gt;I know i've been getting on your nerves&lt;br /&gt;... the way you brush me off, it hurts&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sorry if you think i don't care anymore; &lt;br /&gt;because I truly do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who made me laugh last night; &lt;br /&gt;just needed to let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114475095070369642?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114475095070369642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114475095070369642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114475095070369642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114475095070369642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-you-for-being-honest-today.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114450362241853435</id><published>2006-04-08T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T07:43:19.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo scandal ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;edit&gt; saturday revalations! i didnt know you observe me so much? haha. still know what homework i got do or didnt. and yes i know you're happy to see me online. dont zui ying xin ruan : D&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never see you online for 5 nights, am also sad.&lt;br /&gt;miss you eh -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;we shall continue with our sunday secrets : D&lt;br /&gt;sign guestbook if you see yea?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini squad dinner on 7/4. sylvia, yuting, jessica, becca, joanna&lt;br /&gt;stjohn was discussing feverishly with us against combined POP&lt;br /&gt;i know someone wanted to be in my seat la. haha. dont be jealous dear ! -smirks-&lt;br /&gt;(esp nana. ) thanks for making me smile on friday : )&lt;br /&gt;was sad. i promise i wont screw up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;twoway; both of you; keep making me laugh? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is nothing left to say to you&lt;br /&gt;that you want to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out "amalgam-co.blogspot.com"&lt;br /&gt;the couple shoes are super cute.&lt;br /&gt;scandal ! looks so wrong if we buy them? -winks-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114450362241853435?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114450362241853435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114450362241853435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114450362241853435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114450362241853435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/04/hallo-scandal-saturday-revalations-i.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114407686554727227</id><published>2006-04-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:07:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>felt like changing layout. &lt;br /&gt;looks classy ain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;foolish wishings of mine;&lt;br /&gt;its time to dash certain hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drop of blood into a bowl of milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114407686554727227?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114407686554727227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114407686554727227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114407686554727227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114407686554727227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/04/felt-like-changing-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114396873792342403</id><published>2006-04-02T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:48:43.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RALEIGH; photos found &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2107893203"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the delay peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114396873792342403?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114396873792342403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114396873792342403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114396873792342403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114396873792342403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/04/raleigh-photos-found-here-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114381970720878179</id><published>2006-03-31T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:13:20.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your sword speaks to me in absurd fear says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;: ) i know. you rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sword speaks to me in absurd fear says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xiang ,3 her sitting partner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sword speaks to me in absurd fear says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fantasy dreamer ] * grant me, peace of mind * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaha, cecilia &lt;3 her sitting partner too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game gets bigger says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;okay, you're very very nice (((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after much random comments and chasing around for eng homework)&lt;br /&gt;and yes, at the request of someone :&lt;br /&gt;your sword speaks to me in absurd fear says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i secretly used to love to visit crystal's blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandal scandal. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my amusement for the night ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional field day;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're disappointed&lt;br /&gt;things can always change yes?&lt;br /&gt;all the way dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;she knocks me off my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114381970720878179?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114381970720878179/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114366949003696419</id><published>2006-03-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:58:10.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Fear of rejection kept my love inside&lt;br /&gt;I told my heart I didn't want you&lt;br /&gt;But I lied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest merry go round!&lt;br /&gt;haha the post is dedicated to you. yes, we can go form a amusement park one day;with roller coasters and my other dear merry go round. get well soon. dont make me worry for you ! i know you will miss me a lot a lot. and yea, you seriously scared me today? if dont need, pls dont kuku come school tmr. what if you faint ? o.o&lt;br /&gt;with much love and concern and all things sweet&lt;br /&gt;darr ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RALEIGH; photo uploading is on its way; by this sunday k? : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114366949003696419?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114366949003696419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114366949003696419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114366949003696419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114366949003696419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/fear-of-rejection-kept-my-love-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114320875396145649</id><published>2006-03-24T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T06:03:41.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current earcandy : Beautiful thing; Sister Hazel&lt;br /&gt;blog to thank nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANA :&lt;br /&gt;you saved our asses today&lt;br /&gt;you really rock so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing in class to bleach songs&lt;br /&gt;entertaining in its own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our row is extremely interesting&lt;br /&gt;am the only one left alive? &lt;br /&gt;(dearly departed cecilia, kaili and tammy; &lt;br /&gt;why do I see you, how come I can hear you? haha.)&lt;br /&gt;and all four of us are like computers&lt;br /&gt;esp tammy and her "stand by mode"&lt;br /&gt;and 3 of us get turned off real easily, leaving cecilia the only one to poke us till we reach the "on" mode? thank you dear !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am glad you were nice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;it made activity good. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;know a certain group of people will be sad tmr.&lt;br /&gt;please dont be. everyone is proud of you guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every princess has her night :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114320875396145649?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114320875396145649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>PART; FI &lt;br /&gt;guess we are all equally tired?&lt;br /&gt;today. tomorrow. jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;love you lots dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss en; get well soon yea?&lt;br /&gt;dont know what to do without my dearest huang di!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're looking for something you can't find&lt;br /&gt;if you give it up; you'll lose your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114312378070404371?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114312378070404371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114312378070404371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114312378070404371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114312378070404371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-fi-guess-we-are-all-equally-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114294466496117010</id><published>2006-03-21T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:37:44.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three sad things today&lt;br /&gt;two sweet letters&lt;br /&gt;therefore am okay today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am proud of me&lt;br /&gt;1500 metres okay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114294466496117010?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114294466496117010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114294466496117010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114294466496117010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114294466496117010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-sad-things-today-two-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114268504015899085</id><published>2006-03-18T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T04:30:40.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guitar part :D&lt;br /&gt;the entry's gone cos I dont want others to worry needlessly for me.&lt;br /&gt;tell me if you want it back up yea?&lt;br /&gt;entertained you a lot today yes :D&lt;br /&gt;bet the guy at popular will rmb us forever as we (well to be more precise, me) was playing with tigger puppet storybook. but it was very very cute :)&lt;br /&gt;and caused quite a racket at yamaha &lt;br /&gt;[am sincerely sorry for making 50 plus people deaf at one go]&lt;br /&gt;the supervisor will remember me for life too? -sheepish grin-&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully you have cheered up by now !~&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;morning calls are nice :)&lt;br /&gt;I guess hoping for them on a regular basis are wilful wishing though?&lt;br /&gt;thank you anyway haha. miss room service -grins-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes the song's sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'll follow you wherever&lt;br /&gt;When you lead me by my nose&lt;br /&gt;On another big adventure- I suppose&lt;br /&gt;Then you lay me down in clover&lt;br /&gt;With their petals on my back&lt;br /&gt;I should make some time&lt;br /&gt;To do more things like that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't you sing to me your poetry,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me to your home,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you be for me forever&lt;br /&gt;So I'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;And just one thing...&lt;br /&gt;If you're my queen...&lt;br /&gt;Then it's a beautiful thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm buried in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Under fourteen feet of clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could drown in all this clutter I suppose &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you're standing in my doorway &lt;br /&gt;With a suitcase on your back&lt;br /&gt;And it blows my mind&lt;br /&gt;When you do things like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, reminding me&lt;br /&gt;Well I might be poor &lt;br /&gt;But summers free...&lt;br /&gt;For me, I didn't know I was sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114268504015899085?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114268504015899085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>the last few days have been weird&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. especially today.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday; went out with dearest sa :)&lt;br /&gt;our neoprints are hilarious my dear? &lt;br /&gt;wasnt exactly how we planned it though&lt;br /&gt;june outing shall be more interesting :D&lt;br /&gt;and only two of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday; went out with you&lt;br /&gt;nicknames would simply make no sense&lt;br /&gt;like naming you after a certain chocolate -grins-&lt;br /&gt;somehow am prone to doing wrong things aye&lt;br /&gt;made lotsa crazy food in thee's great 3 storey mansion&lt;br /&gt;somehow didnt occur to me how controversial i am&lt;br /&gt;crushed and hated? -.-&lt;br /&gt;i keep trying to keep us low profile;you seemingly flaunt us around&lt;br /&gt;aint it ironic dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday; &lt;br /&gt;ahhh. dont know whether to cry or laugh at you lot&lt;br /&gt;trying to arrange a day to go out is a damn crazy task?&lt;br /&gt;not only are you guys so busy, yes, we cant compromise on something to do&lt;br /&gt;dao-ing my messages aint helping :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear two-way (both of you yes)&lt;br /&gt;cheer up please?&lt;br /&gt;dont cry or be numb anymore ~&lt;br /&gt;am darn worried for you guys &lt;br /&gt;it'll all be fine. really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to give sa morning call services today ;&lt;br /&gt;overslept instead. haha. &lt;br /&gt;sorry darrr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;l.o.v.e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114259098729464193?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114259098729464193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114259098729464193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114259098729464193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114259098729464193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-few-days-have-been-weird-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114233346438283657</id><published>2006-03-14T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:54:53.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span colour="brown"&gt;&lt;span colour="red"&gt;HELLO ONE WAY! XD&lt;br /&gt;i know you have a huge crush on me :)) and i am glad you admit it. hohum. it's a pity this relationship is one sided eh? but don't be sad. we still love you all the same :D anyway there's jurong lsland tmrrrr. haha. i bet you are super excited to see me right? -grins hahahaha. pity pan isn't there or i bet you will jump for joy and fly over the moon. and pmb camp's on thurs! don't miss me! hahaha. and i am super excited for it due to some &lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your dearest the other one way wants me to declare that i love her alot on your blog. so here it goes. &lt;b&gt;i love my crush!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. don't be jealous okay? we love you alot too like i mention above. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssica :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114233346438283657?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114233346438283657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114233346438283657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114233346438283657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114233346438283657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-one-way-xd-i-know-you-have-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114232158282473845</id><published>2006-03-13T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:33:02.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;pardon the masquerade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;certain truths are not meant to be said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem make up lesson today;&lt;br /&gt;no I did not burn anyone nor blow up the lab&lt;br /&gt;betcha someone is disappointed yes.&lt;br /&gt;crashed junction 8 with mabel, shaozhe, tammy and lorena&lt;br /&gt;scandalous topics explored :)  tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saying&lt;/em&gt; I love you &lt;em&gt;has nothing to do with meaning it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;catch me if you can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114232158282473845?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114232158282473845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114232158282473845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114232158282473845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114232158282473845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/pardon-masquerade-certain-truths-are.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114221960933767844</id><published>2006-03-12T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:31:55.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't find my ring :/&lt;br /&gt;flipped half the house empty yesterday&lt;br /&gt;saddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiesta yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;was fun walking around&lt;br /&gt;first half with joyce sa cel&lt;br /&gt;later half with mieo becca sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arcade ;&lt;br /&gt;I confess I cant ride skateboards?&lt;br /&gt;bishibashi with joyce and sa was damn painnn&lt;br /&gt;went on the freaking washing machine ride with them&lt;br /&gt;could hear sa screaming in the seat next to me?&lt;br /&gt;she said i looked way composed ;&lt;br /&gt;truth was I was so scared I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't know how ssica managed to laugh through the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;(and yes you do look cute with braids in two and orchird in your hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone looked a lil crazy yesterday&lt;br /&gt;sun on my cheek? (courtesy of shaozhe)&lt;br /&gt;phy waxed her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest mieo treated me cotton candy and haunted house&lt;br /&gt;it was more amusing the frightening really&lt;br /&gt;halfway when we were walking through me and becca said the same thing to the person who was suppose to scare us : "Hey! Nice kimono!"&lt;br /&gt;kept tripping and toppling over the steps instead :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want twoway's tigger! :(&lt;br /&gt;oneway is jealous! -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebe:&lt;br /&gt;I dont get why you dont just tell her straight?&lt;br /&gt;kudos to you and carrot's endurance&lt;br /&gt;just dont' do things that you don't want to yea?&lt;br /&gt;:) am glad I made fiesta happier for you! -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're in a spell that never ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The empty hourglass wore me thin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let the phone do it's work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your voice is heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your words are memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby just say goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be gone tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby just close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby just walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I can't stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no easy way to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So baby just say goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114221960933767844?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114221960933767844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114221960933767844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114221960933767844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114221960933767844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-find-my-ring-flipped-half-house.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23414075.post-114173898403008376</id><published>2006-03-07T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T05:43:04.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23414075-114173898403008376?l=mas-querade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/feeds/114173898403008376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23414075&amp;postID=114173898403008376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114173898403008376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23414075/posts/default/114173898403008376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mas-querade.blogspot.com/2006/03/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>x.ling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382504438123130120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
