<?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-27670279</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:05:31.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PinkSpider</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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tommrow morning but some were unable to make it the last min so i decided to put it on sun 3pm hoping that it would work out.&lt;br /&gt;The life he had was a little miserable.He crave in thin air for one that captured his heart.The contacts that were made were not being responed.He kept holding on lest he may lost something.Perhaps it may be gone,perhaps it still preserve somehting or perhaps even both.It tangled up things which made his soul alittle confused.Maybe he was meant to be a friend for whom he yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;Night to my friends...and her and her and her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-6050322019068159525?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6050322019068159525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>Today after guitar lesson,my relatives and family went to celebrate mother's day in advance as one of my uncles family is going to china next week.We ate at merchant hotel.The food was nice and had my stomach bloated.These days i hardly closed my eyes, something kept pestering in my mind and I just could not think of what was it.My mind was filled with lot of things.It was like every single moment I was thinking of something.I knew there were two person I could really talk to but they may be busy at times.Some days I felt down but do not really know what had caused it.[Oh my god!]&lt;br /&gt;In the past he could hardly see her but in the present he did not even get a sight of her.He missed her badly but none knew.He was in silence and only two knew.It was just not right.Perhaps she may forgot him , perhaps she does not want to bother him or perhaps even both.&lt;br /&gt;What's crashing man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-1605695810406622688?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1605695810406622688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=1605695810406622688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/1605695810406622688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/1605695810406622688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/05/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-3904075262529563175</id><published>2007-05-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:23:58.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degraded...</title><content type='html'>There was not much time for me to post anything these days as i was busy.I came across something as each days pass by.Sometimes i felt i was being put aside however every last minute of this moment, there was responses to my senses.I bore it every day missing it so much.Fate had my life faded in shadows.&lt;br /&gt;This morning i played soccer with my friend again and it was fun .Hope that now every saturday we would be able to meet up and play.It was tiring maybe due to the lack of excerise.I set a target from the following week onward.I decide to start training everyday till the day i report for NS.&lt;br /&gt;There were times that you weren't know of how much i miss you.There were times that i yearned for a responses but there weren't.The consistency made me gone a little screw off.it maybe somethings that i was meant to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Droplets of tears that could never be wipe off .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3904075262529563175?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3904075262529563175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=3904075262529563175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3904075262529563175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3904075262529563175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/05/degraded.html' title='Degraded...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-1437644146562096543</id><published>2007-04-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:28:38.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does 'shit' always happen?</title><content type='html'>These days my internet went nuts,so i was not able to load anything.Now i'm in my mum's office.&lt;br /&gt;Realised that the distance was much more greater than ususal.There was something really pisses me off.In the night i looked at the sky and thought about it.However no matter how hard i thinked it was futile.I prayed hard lest somehting bad might happen.Taking of all pain and miserable thoughts away.There is nothing much that my friends could do but only brothers that fishes and catch carbs were able to bring joy every weekend.What was that shitty feeling?There was no warning for it had came has as an unexpected foreboding.&lt;br /&gt;The seasons that died and had brought no life to one's expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-1437644146562096543?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1437644146562096543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=1437644146562096543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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alittle bit of tiredness in me.I resumed back to days that made my life bored.It had been the same routine everytime I worked.However still i meet my friends at times.When i reached home today ,I practised my guitar for two hours and watched dvd till just now.then now I am waiting for people to play game.Tired it is.&lt;br /&gt;He could feel something still there but each time he sense it it grew weaker.Sometimes it grew alittle stronger but was not strong enough.He held onto it,pining hopes that every step made was not a mistake but a glimpse of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned new things.You will not be able to let go something if you never even truly had it.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to the forest of the night sky for they may had made beautiful dreams with the sound of the wind.Good night to meow meow[st] and wan xin.Good night to my friends.May all of you sleep soundlessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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around.'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-3254700186714050039</id><published>2007-04-16T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:32:37.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from commom things.</title><content type='html'>Today i did not went to work as i was tired;because i played games till four am.These few days was quite packed up.It seems there was lots of things for me to do.However not putting aside some important things,i attended to it.Perhaps most of the time i was left in dissapointment.Now there were two that truely know what had happen to the person in me.I thought of it almost every time but just could let it aside.Whenever i close my eyes i could picture it and whenever i stared into the night sky my heart ache.Maybe i was not good enough for the heaven had taken away my heart and soul leaving behind something called,sorrow.At times i get back what i yearn for.It may last a few sec min but still i'm already contend.&lt;br /&gt;One day he found out something.A power so strong that he dare not accept into his life.He ask for answers and one replied to him.It said with great power comes with great responsibilities.Only if he truly understands it he will then posses the greater power of it.He saw a show saying that if one truly understands how to let it go it will attain the way.The way that holds forever happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Still Confused In Every Move Made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3254700186714050039?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-7267283422421855644</id><published>2007-04-14T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:14:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angles in a lifetime...</title><content type='html'>Once again, I started to catch crabs and fish with my 'broz'.Although I maybe tired for the week,I still want to go some crabbing and fishing.It always very relaxing to do it.Everytime we went we had fun and there would be lots of stars in the sky.Like today,there were plenty.However we did not stayed through the night like before as it was a last minute plan.We caught lots of crabs and fishes.Now jy and zq at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Night came,he felt fear was growing.He missed times when he had nothing to think and bother about.He missed times when he was alone watching stars.He missed times when his life was filled with beautiful memories.He missed things he once had.Now he missed a time.A time that he thought was beautiful.A time he thought that was filled with passion,care and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;He became silence for once...&lt;br /&gt;In anger that was augmenting in his,he kept his mouth shut.Without saying a word.A promise that was forgotten so fast.He just could bear the pain that was inflicted in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to my friends and to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-7267283422421855644?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7267283422421855644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=7267283422421855644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/7267283422421855644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/7267283422421855644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/04/angles-in-lifetime.html' title='Angles in a lifetime...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-3730993477911770276</id><published>2007-04-08T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:21:36.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it really matter?</title><content type='html'>Today had guitar lesson with jy shin and wk in the afternoon.After that i went home.I was tired,my eyes kept closing wherever i went.Didn't had much sleep the night beforeAnd i could not sleep when i got home in the noon too.Night i went down with a little crack upon my head.It was not in good condition and speech of rubbish came throught gushing out from my mouth instanly.It wasn't just the right state of mind.I held on and waited for the time and the air to pass by and went home.&lt;br /&gt;His sense of touch allows him to feel the pain in him and the tiredness he had.His sense of smell allows him to breathe the deadless air around him.His sense of sight brought him forth into another dimension.His sense of hearing allows him to hear silence.His sense of taste turned a little sourish.With the this,he grew a devil in him once again.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he soars throught heaven eyes and reclaim his spartan's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to the fallen ones.&lt;br /&gt;Wan an qing ai de.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3730993477911770276?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3730993477911770276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=3730993477911770276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3730993477911770276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3730993477911770276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/04/does-it-really-matter.html' title='Does it really matter?'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-7608618071219863234</id><published>2007-04-07T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:59:58.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't ....</title><content type='html'>Today in the afternoon jy and his bro cameto my house.Shin taught me more on my guitar.The whole afternoon was practising.hope that tommrow would be better at it.Was suppposed to meet 'you' however something cropped up at the last min.I'm truly sorry about it ya.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway night to you sleep tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-7608618071219863234?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7608618071219863234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=7608618071219863234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/7608618071219863234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/7608618071219863234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-wasnt.html' title='It wasn&apos;t ....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-2356937861948760371</id><published>2007-04-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:33:26.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestowing of great powers.</title><content type='html'>My days of playing had been reduced to two.On monday i will have to start work and my life will get boring again.However in the night perhaps i may go out and have my ways at times.These days i was alittle tired.I couldn't sleep in the night at times.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when he missed his stars that he watched every night.He felt empty when he stared into blank space.Sorrow was filled in but answers of softness were there to take the place.He was in daze.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when he cried he went to the sea for answers.His tears disapeared into the sea and no one could see that.He was just believing in miricales that could happen in his life.Some that may have happened had marked his life.&lt;br /&gt;Tiredness you may carry for i shall bear it all for you.You were to be missed in heart.Warmth and careness should you carry upon.The night says it all for you may sleep tight in bed.Good night it says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-2356937861948760371?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2356937861948760371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=2356937861948760371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/2356937861948760371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/2356937861948760371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/04/bestowing-of-great-powers.html' title='Bestowing of great powers.'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-2751132519197424176</id><published>2007-04-04T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:11:35.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserted space...</title><content type='html'>In a mind of my own, he glanced throught the space seacrhing for somehting.Something in a distance caught his attention.As he moved forth trying to get a closer view of it ,his hands shivered, his legs wobbled and his heart palpitated.He was afraid.As doubtful he could get on his feelings,he carried on.With each step he took,he took it with penetrating fear.Silence filled his ear.He just could not hear what he asked for.&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a tiring day yesterday and today.Just wanna get more sleep and think of her every moment of my life.Too tired to continue now.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Beileving in mircales for it may shine on you one very day that may chnage your life.&lt;br /&gt;Good night once again to the people living in the whole wide world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-2751132519197424176?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2751132519197424176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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....</title><content type='html'>Been a little busy these days.Didn't had much time to blog and sleep.As i was tired i didn't went for work today.In the noon i went out to ikea with zq and james at tampines.We saw quite a number of item that we wanted to buy.After having a glance through the shopping mall we went back to yishun.Time flew past in a blink of an eye,it was 6 in the evening when we arrived at yishun.Then john called up and ask to play street soccer at yishun.We played till 9 plus and we went home.I was exhausted.I kept falling asleep in the bus.Luckily i didn't missed my stop if not i will be at bugis in no timebecause i took 857.Now just wanna get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Missed you.Good night.&lt;br /&gt;The stars that spells everything on the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3977199339700326914?l=fallen-stories.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-27670279.post-6092754702837391946</id><published>2007-03-31T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:25:46.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars jisawed the sky.</title><content type='html'>Tired.ARHHHARHHH!&lt;br /&gt;When to had steamboat with friends then played dota and i screwed it up.Didn't played well enough.Then went to meet her and then i went home.I had nothing much to do.In another four hours i need to get ready and go to school again to complete what i had left undone.Thinked later there will be alot of work to be done.This will make a tiring day again.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes had only visions of mircales. &lt;br /&gt;His heart was filled with stars that gilltered brightly.&lt;br /&gt;Thinked i m gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to my gan mei s.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to my 'sisters'.&lt;br 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title='Stars jisawed the sky.'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-1650584081111627079</id><published>2007-03-30T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:08:48.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always spaces around you.</title><content type='html'>Today when to school in the morning and was late for the time i had arranged.I went back to help out on some decorations.I was tired.Came back home in the noon trying to get some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;His mind went into thoughts of the deep ocean.Somethings he wasn't sure about some things.He felt the spaces of air around him from time to time.Everytime he thought about it, he was scared.It's like standing at the edge of the world with trembling legs looking down.Sometimes mircales happen to prevent him from taking a step forth.However he dosen't really quite like the feeling of it.Freeing his mind from these thoughts, was making him hell.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening i will go eat steambout with friends and then don't really know what to do already.NOW I JUST WANNA GET A VERY LONG SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-1650584081111627079?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1650584081111627079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=1650584081111627079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the morning till late noon.For now waking up early in the morning seem tired but perhaps in the future it maybe a routine in my life.I had to endure at all cost for i must train to be stronger.[For Ns].I looked upon myself as a grown up boy who had determination in every sports he played or in every commiment i had done.I maybe tired but neither should i not neglect my friends around me.Now my body has become into a three hours sleep per night system.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke the words and sworn to the sky above that he shall wait a thousand years as long as the gods may prolong his life and his loved one.Destiny nor fate may roam the world taking out lifes but it could take his for he had the god's will.He was bestowed with angel's wing and Spartan's power.He shall live his life fearlessly and takes upon any challenge he came across with.&lt;br /&gt;Night to the fallen ones for the moon may bless you with its eternal light.The path ahead may brighten by a little.One thing for sure is that it will never fade away if one believe that that's the right path for them to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-357463605634642031?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/357463605634642031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=357463605634642031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/357463605634642031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/357463605634642031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/thousand-years-it-is.html' title='A thousand years it is.'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-5785442023625853094</id><published>2007-03-27T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:17:45.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly daringly...</title><content type='html'>He pinned hopes on mircales wishing that something strange may happen to him.Perhaps a devil being bestowed upon him ,perhaps an angel being bestowed upon him,perhaps both.He thought of the strength he would attain.Neither should he feel pain nor worries in his mind.Being free of all creations he left the world he lived once.Trying to seek a new place to blend into.He found a place where it had red walls surrounding him.He glanced across the place and saw two life-form.He spoke to them and asked,'Do you think that what i had done was right?'They thought for a moment and started to speaked.'We thinked.... 'and they kept in silence.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, i met wk and we went to buy his lip's ring.After that we went to find jy and his friends then we played pool together at cine.We had fun.Then evening i went to smb to buy some dvds and meet zq .I followed him for awhile and went home after.Iwas exhausted and tired.These few days i didn't had much sleep.Night sky was the only place that i could think of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to work tommrow morning and maybe i won't have the energy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;And night to her and my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-5785442023625853094?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5785442023625853094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>ALONE</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go to work today however i did not.I was too tired to move,so i told my mum that i will go tommrow.Then after my father called me,it was noon.He asked me to have lunch with him.So he brounght me out to eat.Then now i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING THAT WAS DIMINISHED IN A NIGHT OR TWO.Neither one should be blamed nor fault to.&lt;br /&gt;Going out to play pool now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3095227959484247711?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3095227959484247711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=3095227959484247711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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night thinking.He thought long enough before he died out.Never like before he worn out and fell upon his knee.Heavily his head fell upon the ground and his eyes focusing on one starz.It shone amazing bright that it blinded his vision.He was lost and confused about the things around him.He dosen't know what to do next.He laid helplessly on the ground.There was nothing much he could do.He steped into a white dimension,a world he was unknown to.His heart began to ache.It felt like a million bullets passing throught it.The colours of red blended the surronding.The last sight he could ever wish for.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-5473125060841764059?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5473125060841764059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=5473125060841764059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/5473125060841764059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/5473125060841764059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/spaces-between.html' title='Spaces Between..'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-1056077382052549566</id><published>2007-03-25T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:53:09.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To seek something i yearn for...</title><content type='html'>This month spent qutie alot of money for drinkin eating and part of it was on somking.Next week,i got to go to my father's factory to help out already.He doesn't want me to stay at home and sleep and goes out in the night spending money here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to watch haunted school.the show little bit boring la.Then now everyone at my house watch soccer.&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-1056077382052549566?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-4198060743159771467</id><published>2007-03-23T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T12:05:02.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wishing star.</title><content type='html'>Perhaps nothing was wrong, maybe i was thinking too much lately.Perhaps due to the amount of somking i had taken.Wanted to get a hangover in the morning  however my friends didn't want to drink much so we went home instead.There was still some left. Now cant get to sleep waiting for zq to play dota again.Every night seem uniform.It made my life a little bored.Yesterday didn't sleep well.I laid on my bed at four and i couldn't sleep.Pondering  over somethings which had happened lately in my mind.Till 7 my mum came and pass me some cash to get my guitar.I stared at the celing all day till 11 plus.Then i went out.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking and somking may not solve something but sometimes it tends to make you forget what you are doing and all your problems away.It's like the mind blowing across the world taking any sound created away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Night to all my friends and 'her' and "her" and ^her^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-4198060743159771467?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4198060743159771467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=4198060743159771467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/4198060743159771467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/4198060743159771467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/wishing-star.html' title='A wishing star.'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-298213010934118072</id><published>2007-03-21T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:45:11.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking and thinking...[sadded]</title><content type='html'>A distance then grew wider each day.Everything seem so quiet.I blew my mind in silence.I scream when no one hears me.The feeling wasn't right.Everything seem so wrong.You weren't as before.My eyes couldn't even wink in a night to see your face.No one hears my voice.&lt;br /&gt;Though there were still some communication between us,i felt alone.However it been a long time since i met my outside 'broz'.Maybe after sun jamming i will go and find him.As for the rest maybe in the night.I maybe be overdoing it for it has blown my mind away.From time to time we may lose touch but perhaps mircale do the biddings.I live my life for some reasons.I live my life trying not to leave any regret behind the footsteps i ever walked.I live till today for i am who i am.I live my life for as daring  i may be. I shall walk straight even there is a turning point of  what i should be have become.I shall walked my life like a daredevil.Imay have friends,new or old but there something i can never change.My destiny.Somehting that wasn't like before sometimes never change.It may leave a mark behind but one will have the power to undo if they are willing to scarfice.Every thing that one ask for always has a price to pay.The bigger it is the higher the price.None speaks in a name of a spartan neither do a daredevil.&lt;br /&gt; [sorry for not being so perfect and i suck]Nethier one should leave much comment bout it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-298213010934118072?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/298213010934118072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=298213010934118072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/298213010934118072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/298213010934118072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/thinking-and-thinkingsadded.html' title='Thinking and thinking...[sadded]'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-4260586378904452488</id><published>2007-03-21T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:28:34.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spartan lives in me....</title><content type='html'>These days live wasn't that good.Though the stars above ssaw me through,they could only hold their positions and show me the road ahead.Their light resembles the something i dare not speak of.I was worried in the dark.Coldness filled my body.Sometimes the reactions of the stars were just a heart of concern.Neither one should reject for he/she may need it's help someday.We may be far apart from one another but believe in miricale for it may happen one day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to have a check-up for my NS. There were quite a number of people.It was tiring i arrived ther in the morning and went home in the noon.There were exam and it rally suck a little.I had not read a single book for the past months and suddenly they give exam.I finished it and went home.Night I went to meet jy rusdi zq.We spent the night playing games and talking.Around 12 plus i went home and play games.Then slpet till eleven.As i was tired i continue to sleep till 3 pm.Todays my father's birthday.I did not know it until my mother told me about it.Think i got to stay home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;This means I will not be able to meet 'you' tonight.The stars may not be with the moon for the night sky had taken it all.The earth may part with the water for the sun had drank it all.It may resemble a heart for love had captured it away.One should understands if everything was meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-4260586378904452488?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4260586378904452488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=4260586378904452488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/4260586378904452488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/4260586378904452488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/spartan-lives-in-me.html' title='Spartan lives in me....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-7282858488653209328</id><published>2007-03-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:07:31.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone or not alone?</title><content type='html'>On thurs had bbq for a night at east coast we celebrated ber and timz bdae.Had lots of fun and laughter.Thought there was a promise made not to smoke but i did it.It was something bad for my health.I decided not to take it from this week on.My NS check-up is next week, hope it dosen't affect much if i train now.&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with jy,His broz[shin],wk last night had lots of fun.We went to eat at cosmaid cafe I think.The food there was quite nice thought it was exp.They came to my house and  Now they are sleeping in my bedroom.I was playing game the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Tommrow donno where to go i mean today.HAPPY BIRTHDAY bernade!&lt;br /&gt;My soul was trap within the heart.It came out in blood.The sight of it took my eyes off.The thought of it had me thinking of you every moment.Only time that spells how much i miss you.[.For whoever they think it is.]&lt;br /&gt;I missed my sis .She been gone for about more than a month.She coming back on the 28 next month.And she should get me something nice cause i said i miss her ...haha...&lt;br /&gt;Thinked i got to rest now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-7282858488653209328?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7282858488653209328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Beyond wings that could fly......</title><content type='html'>Somethings that were mean to be and somethings weren't.In the world,there is only three type of person.Firstly,its when a person is good to you and they stand by you every moment of your life whenever you have a problem.They will care and concern for you no matter what state you are in.Secondly,its when a person treats you too good.Whenever that happens ,something isn't that right.These people tend to 'busted' you and maybe had already done something wrong which gets you involed in and you do not know about it. Thirdly,its when a person that is very close to you betrays you.these people suck for life.&lt;br /&gt;The little boy that fell upon his knee and stared straight.Right before his eyes stood something which he could never have imagined.His memories flashed across his mind in a blink of an eye.He was helplessly stunned.He knew that if he moves a step out,something might happen to him.Just then he was blinded by a white light .........&lt;br /&gt;[To be continued]&lt;br /&gt;If only every question asked will have a reply fast.Life of a loney star shone the dark night with its glowing power.Though it maybe a small area but its enough for one to walk through the dark.If only guardian angels of the stars would will me their power once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-7976457099754389597?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7976457099754389597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=7976457099754389597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/7976457099754389597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/7976457099754389597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/beyond-wings-that-could-fly.html' title='Beyond wings that could fly......'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-4903340630150242149</id><published>2007-03-12T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:53:34.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always the same.....Isn't it?</title><content type='html'>These few days didn't really have anytime to post.Had been playing games with james and zq for very long hours.It maybe long for time but somethings that had created a mark behind each moment will never be forgotten.The little boy that once entered the euphoric world fell into a world where he had all the possible fiasco thought running throught his mind.He felt loney at times and was scared to take another step.His shattered heart,mind and soul made him felt lost. All he hopes is to end it all with no regrets and no war.It maybe his fault but some things weren't exactly the way some people thinked.Life wasn't that good for now.For now he plays games to kill time and trys forget all the problem he had.the little boy fell upon right before he could reach the light that was glowing peripherally in shape of a star. He dreams of the unexpected and the impossibles.He laid down surrounded by darkness and shed his tears quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-4903340630150242149?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4903340630150242149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=4903340630150242149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/4903340630150242149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/4903340630150242149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-always-sameisnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s always the same.....Isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-8180610346120958557</id><published>2007-03-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:34:33.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ending journey...</title><content type='html'>Went on a genting trip for the past three day.There were nine of us.We spent much money on eating and playing.Had quite a lot of fun.Had also benn thinking about some things.My life sux in one way or another.When there is no problem ,everything looks so peacfully werid.When ever problems came ,it came in bundle.Didn't expected so much things had happened.Things may looks simple on the outside but it much more complex than what u may thinked.[Shit always do happen!]If things still remains like now i think it's time to end it.My head hurts everytime i thinked about it.It's just too 'FAN'!&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you kept my heart palpitated in flames.A fall that never end till you feel the needle pricking through every veins that grew inside you.&lt;br /&gt;An answer to blind everything in absolute darkness.&lt;br /&gt;The light that once shone within my vision dimed.&lt;br /&gt;With the eternal wish of a star.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-8180610346120958557?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8180610346120958557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=8180610346120958557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/8180610346120958557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/8180610346120958557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/ending-journey.html' title='The ending journey...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-2967714808837057129</id><published>2007-02-23T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T05:30:15.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The saturn's laugh</title><content type='html'>I came back in the morning and slept throughout the noon. My father's company people came and celebrate at my house today.Though it was tiring i had much fun and and little on gambling with the workers.Time was light,the sun sets as everyone went back home.Some were still gambling now.More ever the sickness grew much worst as the hours past.Blood then came gushing out from my nose like the pouring rain.It hurts my nose badly and the feeling wasn't that great.Perhaps there was one who still cares,but the rest didn't.Sometimes eternal death would be great,no boundaries,worries and there is no feeling.Thinking of problems before my eyes,my head hurts.It was like being push into hot burning oil,freaking my mind out every second.Tolerating every moment of it as tears flowed in between my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously we got to sort things out now.Its getting worst each day and i don't like the feeling of it.&lt;br /&gt;James -say la...good no good i also won't do anything.Can promise one...you say also no harm to you.&lt;br /&gt;Busted's life were meant to live in agony and sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-2967714808837057129?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2967714808837057129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=2967714808837057129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/2967714808837057129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/2967714808837057129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturns-laugh.html' title='The saturn&apos;s laugh'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-6748027351681490266</id><published>2007-02-22T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:40:54.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil kaboom....</title><content type='html'>It happened so fast that i couldn't believe it.I tried all ways to please you but i get busted all the time.I wasn't seeing her and neither should you doubt it.Though i was close with her that doesn't mean anything.She was just another of my close friend.There is always a line.A line that one shall not trespass.There is always a limit.A limit that could change one-self.I had always bore in mind that a waiting promise that was made through the heaven's eyes.You may heard things from people who busted me,but i didn't break my promise.Why must everything turned to be so complicated?Once again everything suck.What had happened?So bloody fed-up once you told me that.Didn't bother much about  your circle of friend but you controlled mine which i don't really like.Trusted you  for being that understanding,but what did i get--- shit.Venting angers of unspoken words.No matter who you heard it from,I swear upon my heart that i was not seeing her.You may decide for when we may or may not be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;arharharharharharharharharha&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       !!!!!!!!!!!!!!arharharharharh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                       @&lt;br /&gt;                                      ~|~&lt;br /&gt;                                        ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-6748027351681490266?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6748027351681490266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=6748027351681490266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/6748027351681490266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/6748027351681490266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/02/devil-kaboom.html' title='Devil kaboom....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-6632528421701140523</id><published>2007-02-22T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:11:26.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>These days had much fun.Though the fun was there but i fell sick too. The feeling was a little wrong .Had gambled and drank a little.Didn't lose but win little.You were there but your heart faded away into the dark.You were hurt but nothing much could be done.I was afraid and was left confused in time.The slightest chance of me in your head was there.I felt down and mad about the times you had me for venting your angers at,but i will still bear with it cause i still love you for who you are.For you may seem so stress,i will stand by you every moment of your life.&lt;br /&gt;However the sadness in me grew each day,friends were there to drink and play poker with me.It was them that help me with what i had to tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-6632528421701140523?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6632528421701140523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=6632528421701140523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/6632528421701140523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/6632528421701140523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-angels_22.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-8672997671000513487</id><published>2007-02-16T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:25:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>Spent most of my time hanging out with my friends for the past few days.We ate mac and stayed throughout the night awake by playing mahjiong.There was zq and james mainly. Although the tiredness in me has reached almost to the max,i still had my wonderful valentine with my darling girl.Yesterday went to dye my hair and went to chinatown to meet my friends.Because james followed me and it was boring so i decieded to called up my friends to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment thinking about the way she wa.Time may not spell it all out but our heart may shine a life of our own.You were just there from the second i close my dreary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Now my hair is like dark red violet.Hope that my parent wont come and disturb me for now.I had not been slping for 4 days.Now i think i got to slp for an hr or two to recover my energy.&lt;br /&gt;Misssing my you very much DarLinG GiRl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-8672997671000513487?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8672997671000513487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=8672997671000513487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/8672997671000513487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/8672997671000513487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-angels_16.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-9176036948694975607</id><published>2007-02-12T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:47:04.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>Expected it sooner or later for whatever had happened.Deep down in my heart you live faithfully in me.I will wait upon your return .With a promise and a wish to the starz above we preserve the  love in us for the time being.Sorry about yesterday if i had made you worry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been spending so much money these few days.Tired and exhausted.Drinking most of my time when the night appears upon the firmament.The dead seasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-9176036948694975607?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9176036948694975607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=9176036948694975607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/9176036948694975607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/9176036948694975607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-angels_12.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-6602073837879481643</id><published>2007-02-08T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:44:01.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>A sense of foreboding assailed into my mind for that very moment.It happen so fast that none could see nor hear what was going on.A crevice appeared upon my heart with unbearable pain.What was really happening?I see you through the darkness where no one found you.A glimpse of you lifted me.The feeling that i was told to keep in me was nailing throughout my internal self.I asked the stars that shone above me what was it going to be like.It heard me and reflected words into my eyes.A secret between me and the stars.Chalet for the past three days had me realisE things.Life just sux at times where things happens to go wrong. Much fun was created there.Spent lots of money too.Everyone was happy there and tired out by lots of 'things'.&lt;br /&gt;However i love you my darling girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;ahahahahahahahahahahahah&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;ahahahahahahahahahah&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;ahahahahahahahaah&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;&lt;&lt;ahahahahahahah&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    @&lt;br /&gt;                                  ~ |~&lt;br /&gt;                                      |&lt;br /&gt;                                    /\&lt;/ahahahahahahah&gt;&lt;/ahahahahahahahaah&gt;&lt;/ahahahahahahahahahah&gt;&lt;/ahahahahahahahahahahahah&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-6602073837879481643?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6602073837879481643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=6602073837879481643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/6602073837879481643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/6602073837879481643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-angels.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-3440129051022100606</id><published>2007-02-03T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:45:20.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>At last my work ended.Its was so tiring to wake up everyday.The time in the world should be change,and all the living things that breathe the air will change their living style.Feeling a little down these fewdays.Troubled by things that should be even dare to think of.It wasnt just right.As usual there was always someone there for me to speak to.My 'brothers' drank alittle with me everyweekend as a form of pleasure.The feeling was just right at times.Life was just too boring for now.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice filled my ears,your face reappears everytime i close my eyes and dream of you every night in my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3440129051022100606?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3440129051022100606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=3440129051022100606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3440129051022100606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3440129051022100606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-angels.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-8834447990324916413</id><published>2007-01-31T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:23:28.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>Today I dyed my hair,a outstanding colour;green.The hairdresser said that the colour will be outstanding,so he dared me to.So i had my hair green.Its something that i wanted to do a long time ago,being extraordinary.There was one sad thing,its that monday i m going to get my result.Actually there is nothing to worry about,but i still don understand why people still cry.Result come and there is nothing you can do already,the most retake.However on the other hand i will be having chalet right after that.It sounds a little crazy but its already been booked,so friends go there can relax.&lt;br /&gt;Being unique at times maybe alright but if it is always it something that is not being unique.Maybe you do not like it but i may feel a little .... .However I still love you that much.GoOd NitE GiRl!&lt;br /&gt;=Being two out of ten people[2/10] is something outstanding.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-8834447990324916413?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8834447990324916413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=8834447990324916413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/8834447990324916413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/8834447990324916413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-angels_31.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-3113731907658006132</id><published>2007-01-30T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T07:20:17.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>This whole week was a little tiring.I was going out after work almost everyday;its always either orchard or buguis.Seriously speaking i dont really understand why must the world have such things =$.Everything in the world could be free and everyone could live in harmony.People may be more caring in other words,they do not need to fight over things because of money.&lt;br /&gt;Problems increased to numbers.There was always her to share with me the world inside me.Maybe something were meant to happen in the world beyond one's imagination.&lt;br /&gt;The end...&lt;br /&gt;=Being extra_ordinary=&lt;br /&gt;Good night my girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3113731907658006132?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3113731907658006132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=3113731907658006132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3113731907658006132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3113731907658006132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-angels_30.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-1650308524974242695</id><published>2007-01-28T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:02:47.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angels...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after work i went to meet my girl.We watched a movie at amk and played pool.She then came to my house for a little while.Then we went to smb to meet zq jy and lr.As we were being busted, they came my house again to drink after we watched [singapore vs malaysia].For the second time my father saw me bringing home a girl as in my girlfriend.At first he did not say anything,later he then started to embarass me in front of her. My straitlaced father for the first time sort of talk to my girl.The funny thing was that he did not blew up and scold me.Later in the night all of us drank together till 3 plus though it was tiring.[i love you girl]&lt;br /&gt;Today i had breakfast with jy and zq.We ate roti prata.Now resting at home,will be going out in the late afternoon to meet zq and lr.Maybe stay at smb for a little while then go home.As uniform tommrow i got to go to my father's factory to work . This few weeks seem so busy for me and its very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;My girl remember that you will always be in my heart and i will always be in your heart for as long our life lastsThe past may be forgotten for the new memories takes its place.Like shimmering starz of the night sky, you glitter to be the outstanding one in my heart.[Hope that you get well with your parents soon] and i miss you eveytime you were not by my side.Love you always.&lt;br /&gt;=Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-1650308524974242695?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1650308524974242695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=1650308524974242695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/1650308524974242695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/1650308524974242695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-angels.html' title='Little Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-3101141885719907674</id><published>2007-01-26T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:13:16.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Little_Angels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;      I dreamt of something so beautiful that i forgot about the time.Actually, I was about to message my girl at about 650 however I woke up and slept again,I was too tired.my mum and I then went to my brother's sch to check out something.Then after , i went to thr factory and start to work again.Time was flying fast, in no time it was 5 and it was the end of the day.Arrived home and take my dinner and medicine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   These few days, I was exhausted by the tiring work in the factory.Althought time was a little tight,I took some time to msg my girl.Loved her for who she was[with a promise made] and missed her whenever she is not by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-3101141885719907674?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3101141885719907674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=3101141885719907674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3101141885719907674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/3101141885719907674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/01/littleangels.html' title='..Little_Angels...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-1887597437013227856</id><published>2007-01-25T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:31:45.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Started once again...</title><content type='html'>Its been some time since i blog.Life became was uniform each passing day.I missed the schools days, days that my friends and i played soccer all day long and teachers that had my respect for them. They thought me things that i was unaware of and a meaningful life.They given me the knowlegde that was sufficient for me to walk the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;Monday went back to school with Li rong to see mrs lau and loy.They were the extraordinary teachers.Teachers of passionate,care and concern.On my way in i saw Mr raj,the best in disciplinary.He is one cool teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Getting really bored these days,however there's always someone there for me to talk to.Today morning i felt really sick so i went to see a doctor to get some medication.This sickness had been dragging me for the past one week.The feeling was not that great.Resting at home for a gathering on sat.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring and bored..&lt;br /&gt;=You shall live burning in my heart with flames that could not be put out either by water nor the wind.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-1887597437013227856?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1887597437013227856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=1887597437013227856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/1887597437013227856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/1887597437013227856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2007/01/started-once-again.html' title='Started once again...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116430286863920771</id><published>2006-11-24T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:27:48.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never dwelling,never give a damn thought of it</title><content type='html'>Today is my grandma's birthday.She was the greatest grandma i had ever seen.Althought she maybe old,she keeps a healthy body.In this house i respect her the most.Whenever there's a need for to help her do something , i would try to do my very best.HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon after lr had woken up i met jy and head to town to get a present for debbie.It was quite troublesome for 3 guys to think what to buy for a girl.It took us a long one and a half hour to get her something.Then went bishan to get more things.After that i left for dinner at raffles hotel.As it was my grandma's birthday, my relative came to celebrate.We took pictures and ate quite a lot of food,however i still managed to eat it.Then we headed homeafter dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about going home, my parents are quite angry with one of my brother.These few days he is getting out of hand from what i know.he told my father that he was going to ride a bicycle with his that group of assholes friends.They taught him to be bad.Now its my long holiday and i am going to find this group of assholes feels sorry.If i ever saw them at sembawang, i will make sure that i will have a good talk with them in one kind.and now my brother is not back.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this aside,i had a tiring day .so now i am going to have a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to my friends, may you sleep peacefully under the wings of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to my girl ,May you sleep soundly into my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116430286863920771?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116430286863920771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116430286863920771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116430286863920771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116430286863920771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-dwellingnever-give-damn-thought.html' title='Never dwelling,never give a damn thought of it'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116394656945387104</id><published>2006-11-19T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:29:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with time that never stops</title><content type='html'>Had been quite a rough week.Had exams that flooded the days in life.After tommrow sci mcq paper, everything thats got to do with school are officially gone and off.Maybe there would be a chance of returning to school if my bro is being assigned there after he takes his psle results.Life will go to a boring state where everything is so uniform.Thinking of what might the posible chance in percentage that how many of my class people would go to poly.Another that would forget secondary life,friends,teachers and many other beautiful memories.Studying was my main motive a few weeks ago, but there is almost nthing.[Maybe date 'girls'].Some friends are destined to be forgotten but some weren't.Suxy altitude,untrustable and not reliable to me people who had all these are equal to shit.&lt;br /&gt;The best memories of mine were times in sec 1 and 2 maybe 3.All my friend had this thing called ' yi qi' at that time.Now time carry on and people change.Unlike my np friend were a sepcial group that were destined to be together.Brotherhood was in  our dictionary, and we had back each other no matter what. Like mentioned people change.Everyone is now in differents places and schools.Hope that we still contact each other.Maybe a gathering once every month.&lt;br /&gt;'Band of the broz' and 'PAP', this two name shall live within us as long as we remember the times we had spent together.And one more thing there might be a chalet so called a gatheringin dec, hope you guys come.Note to those who had not seen this thks.And the very last and most important thing HWEE BOON DO UR JOB !&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow lets hope the best wishes to all my friends taking the paper for the last time in sec life.Just hang on for a one hour paper tommrow and the next hour we will be kicking soccer.Now i'm done writing, revising for the very last time and then i shall sleep into my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Night to my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116394656945387104?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116394656945387104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116394656945387104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116394656945387104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116394656945387104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/11/gone-with-time-that-never-stops.html' title='Gone with time that never stops'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116178535268969615</id><published>2006-10-25T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:09:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTHER...</title><content type='html'>Had a tiring day on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wasn't that great either,my body was aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;Today still tired.Didn't go anywhere but stayed at home for revision on chemistry.my english teacher that was suppse to come didnt came.So i did finish my chem paper and watched national geographic and discovery channel.Learned alot about ancient egypt.The world has discovered new tombs of kingdom.And learned how bob cats live.[I think its "bob"].Then spent the rest of the day watching tv wiht my father.&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116178535268969615?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116178535268969615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116178535268969615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116178535268969615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116178535268969615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/esther.html' title='ESTHER...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116153216032216566</id><published>2006-10-22T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:14:55.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is my sister's birthday.Morning had a math tuition and headed home to rest.Went out at 3pm to buy my sister birthday present with jy.Then we both bought a cup each as it was nice.We ate swensen and went home.I then had dinner with my family in the evening at somewhere near raffles.Had a tiring day.Anyway i m going to rest now.&lt;br /&gt;Good night to my frenz....&lt;br /&gt;Thks to those who had concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116153216032216566?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116153216032216566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116153216032216566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116153216032216566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116153216032216566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/yawns.html' title='Yawns.....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116144409434053814</id><published>2006-10-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T08:25:58.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and Beast...</title><content type='html'>Had a bad start of the day.My chem tuition just sux for once.However afterthat bloody three hrs, went for francis tuition till 4pm.After that headed home and had my eng tuition at 7 till 9pm.It was so tiring so stress up so denyingly fark up.How i wish all this were over.Feel like screaming in an open space to the starz and moon above. Good night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* * * * * * * * ******* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(NO MOON)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* * * * * * * ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;AHAHAHAH!!!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;AHAHAH!!!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;AH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~- l-~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;     l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;_/ \_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116144409434053814?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116144409434053814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116144409434053814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116144409434053814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116144409434053814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and Beast...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116134824020795229</id><published>2006-10-20T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:44:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was so long......</title><content type='html'>Morning had english lesson with mrs loy at eight.Then ber timz jx and me went to have Francis tuition at 11am.We stayed there till 5 30.It was a very long day.We bought cup noodles and ate it at there.Fb then joins us at the tuition.We had so much fun.Francis then treat us to play pool after we had finished doing his work.And i won Francis, HAHA!!!.After that my mum picked me up and i watched television . Now i just need to rest as i am going to have a long day ahead tommrow.BYE for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Night to the person of my dream......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116134824020795229?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116134824020795229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116134824020795229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116134824020795229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116134824020795229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-so-long.html' title='It was so long......'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116126578600364634</id><published>2006-10-19T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T06:49:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The STREAMIST day</title><content type='html'>Everything had gone well till afternoon after the practical.Express people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCK big times&lt;/span&gt; and they don have any guts.They &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crossed&lt;/span&gt; the line where onli sec 5 walked.The teacher espcially the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don no wat Mark shit&lt;/span&gt; do not have the basic quality of being a teacher.Although my friends maybe wrong but that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit ass&lt;/span&gt; teacher should at least make a point to check the express.And also not without us telling him to ,then he checks&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.[Fuck!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There's a saying goes a dog is always a&lt;/span&gt; d&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;og. And guess what the dog does, it sits and wags it's tail to the master.&lt;/span&gt;The person who tells the teacher about it ,better don let me find out who you are&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.[Because he/she is worst off than a dog].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is over.&lt;br /&gt;However its the last year.And those teacher who help the express student&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SUCK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116126578600364634?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116126578600364634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116126578600364634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116126578600364634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116126578600364634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/streamist-day.html' title='The STREAMIST day'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116092248489924257</id><published>2006-10-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:28:04.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words can't tell everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morning went to play lan with tim and jx.Then we went to js house and play for a little while.Later we went to eat and cut our hairs.Now it looks much more shorter and neater.Actually was supossed to have a guitar lesson but the teacher was not free.Studied a little and went to have dinner with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once again i'm sorry mrs loy that i did not finish up my eassay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before my eyes you felt away into somewhere i didn't wanna know.Couldn't quite felt the pain that was building in me.Flodding my mind with 'others' to forgo the pain hurts me badly.&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/27670279-116092248489924257?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116092248489924257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116092248489924257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116092248489924257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116092248489924257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/words-cant-tell-everything.html' title='words can&apos;t tell everything'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116073134588770459</id><published>2006-10-13T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:22:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking the possible fiasco in life,What could that be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today was just another one of those boring days.This time i ber and jon went to eat mac until 10 and headed for school.We were thinkin how many people could have come to school today.However at the morning assembly, there were only 11 person sitting in the row of my class.To an addition of jon ber and me, it will be 14.This was an amazing record but the school did not present any prizes to us.Had 2hrs of lessons half an hour of recess, we headed to northpoint to buy chris present.After that we went home.Later on i will be playing golf with my dad and one of my brothers. Then planning to watch  'death note' later on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to get some sleep!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[.U weren't never seen in my life for i had close my heart and eyes.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116073134588770459?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116073134588770459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116073134588770459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116073134588770459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116073134588770459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/thinking-possible-fiasco-in-lifewhat.html' title='Thinking the possible fiasco in life,What could that be?'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-116066965268475817</id><published>2006-10-12T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:14:12.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can u imagine having ten wives from different parts of the world</title><content type='html'>Don't really know how the time passed.It came upon mi as many things happened.What seem so real was just another dream.So unprdictable life has bestowed me great wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-116066965268475817?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/116066965268475817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=116066965268475817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116066965268475817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/116066965268475817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-u-imagine-having-ten-wives-from.html' title='Can u imagine having ten wives from different parts of the world'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115995241228543724</id><published>2006-10-04T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T02:00:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 oCtobeR 1989...</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday .... had quite some fun in school. Nothing much really happened.Played basketball after school and went home .Changed the date for my guitar lesson.In the evening i will be going to have dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;[You weren't there to say it throught your lips.For what it takes the unique will never be replace. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115995241228543724?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115995241228543724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115995241228543724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115995241228543724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115995241228543724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-october-1989.html' title='4 oCtobeR 1989...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115980300725617194</id><published>2006-10-02T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:30:07.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that i m gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today had quite a fun day in school. Wasn't quite feeling in the correct state of mind. The arrangement of the math class was not what i had expected. Ithink that the whole class needed to have a teacher like mrs wee.She maybe strict however she had earned the respect of my class.Now i think that its just a matter of time going or not going to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There is something in my mind stopping me from thinking of anything.I felt that my life was in pain.Noone could share my problems nor understands them.My brotherhood that i had known for was my np broz.My class friends were just something ordinary in my life .Gone with the colours of the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115980300725617194?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115980300725617194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115980300725617194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115980300725617194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115980300725617194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-that-i-m-gone.html' title='The day that i m gone'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115936695360207547</id><published>2006-09-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:53:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being dream and dreamt is something different</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a tiring day today.Same old thing going to school on the morning.Despit the boredom in the class , we boys came up with something special, something that will blow ur mind.Its playing pokemon,and we are like 17 yrs old.One more thing ,in four more weeks we will be taking o lvls.Could anyone believe it ? Ok. After school we ate at sunplaza again,and went home .I rested for awhile and went for guitar lesson.After that headed home rested ,watched tv .It was just so tiring .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the days that combed the time, i felt each days as a stage nearer to a world of blackness.I would leave the pain in every step i take.There is this dim light that shine within the darkness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115936695360207547?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115936695360207547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115936695360207547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115936695360207547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115936695360207547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-dream-and-dreamt-is-something.html' title='Being dream and dreamt is something different'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115928486276269785</id><published>2006-09-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T08:34:23.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when could i be somebody extraordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to school like any other days.The school seem so bored,there was not much of a laughter in the atmoshpere.After school, we went to eat in a big group at sunplaza's 'kopitiam'.I ate sasemee paste,and the taste was quite horrible .however despite the horble taste, i ate three quarter of it. After eating ,i went home and had some rest.In the evening,went to play golf with my father,mother and my youngest brother.My father had taught me a little for the past two week.Today i had hit a distance of about 180,(improved by 30).After playing the game , we ate alittle food there before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Actually there was a tuition but the teacher said that she was unable to plan for me.Idecided to head home and study and focus on my math.The prelims were badly done, especially my math and combined science.The results were so dissapointing.I could not quite comprehen to the result that i had got.I felt guilty of it as i did not achieve of what my teachers had expected me to sorced.This time neither will i dissapoint them nor let them down again.[sorry mrs lau!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Endless nights had dominated the world that surround me.A feeling for which i had not felt in a hundred years surged throughout my body.Floating upon the fluffy clouds i fell into a dream where everything seems right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good night to whoever felt it ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115928486276269785?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115928486276269785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115928486276269785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115928486276269785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115928486276269785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-could-i-be-somebody-extraordinary.html' title='when could i be somebody extraordinary'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115908234520836064</id><published>2006-09-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:19:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>Prelims over but in a few more weeks time the o lvl will be here.I think for the prelim i had not done well yet.After the following week study will take my time away.The main subjects that i had concern for this prelim was my ss and poa .It the first time that i had not enough time to do.these days had some drinking with frenz.to relieve the stress that bestowed upon us. Now i shal focus more on my chem as i do nnot want to let mrs lau down .I will try to learn more of my practical. For this week relieving stress is one thing , howeer studying is also another thing that i need to do.&lt;br /&gt;My life seem to be drifting apart , each day seem like a step closer to my goal .But my frenz now ,one day they may be gone when the time pass one would forget one another too.&lt;br /&gt;I feared the future, feared the goal and feared life that i was going to have.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so impelled when i came to think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115908234520836064?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115908234520836064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115908234520836064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115908234520836064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115908234520836064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115799086763459413</id><published>2006-09-12T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:07:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it here</title><content type='html'>T&lt;em&gt;oday played soccer during pe.Then had some lessons.After school played soccer with 4na s .Althought we had won ,we were still displeased by the performance  we had produced.Nethertheless we are gonna play with them again after all our prelims.Headed home and rest for an hour or two and had eng tuition.And hope that my eng goes well tommrow.Studied ss jus a little.Now i m tired and i m gonna SLEEP!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....good luck to all my friends....hopes exams goes well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;......good night..&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/27670279-115799086763459413?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115799086763459413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115799086763459413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115799086763459413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115799086763459413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-here.html' title='it here'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115790229911837675</id><published>2006-09-10T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T08:31:39.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wo hen men</title><content type='html'>Today went to cut my hair in the afternoon,and now it is so short. then went to play bowling had three games and one i did not perform well.Luckily my last game was better ,had about 5 strikes and three spare and two mistake. Then reached home and had tuition till ten. I SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays tuition have taken lots my time and i hope that it is worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[nthing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...Night for you...Rest well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115790229911837675?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115790229911837675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115790229911837675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115790229911837675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115790229911837675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/wo-hen-men.html' title='wo hen men'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115773497313523275</id><published>2006-09-09T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:02:53.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its so near that i cant feel it</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wacthed dvd and it was kind of interesting for me.In the morning, studied for a while and had tuition all the way till late afternoon.Althought its kinda tiring but its ok to learn something.After studying, realised that i had improve more on my english and math.I spent the whole evening watching dvd.It was a 'gu tai' show and i love watching it.Tommrow is going to be long day a head.now wanna have a good night rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;[You sall be the one for it may hurt ,but no matter what it takes it still remains in my heart.A new light that shone upon the path i took .I was taken a back for who it was. Troubled by the days ahead of me.]&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/27670279-115773497313523275?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115773497313523275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115773497313523275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115773497313523275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115773497313523275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-so-near-that-i-cant-feel-it.html' title='Its so near that i cant feel it'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115738361807640893</id><published>2006-09-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:26:58.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was in a mess once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Went to sch in the morning, had english lesson.We forgot about geo rmd , and played soccer .It was a funny game .Hakim was injured,and he said it was his first time,Can you believe it?Audi was about to chip a ball to fabian,however sam jumped like a big bird and deflected the ball.At the same time he was also knocked down by the ball.You can imgaine it as at poacher shooting a big bird. Went home and rest for awhile and went for guitar lesson.After that wanted to go home and have a good sleep,but after eating i kept watching television till now.It was so tiring ,and i have not done mrs lau hmk ... I m so dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;[Were you that sacred in my life,to my soul,and in my heart?It made me my heart palpitated, my soul destroyed to a little, my life in madness.For it maybe you, one day 'it' stand to rise to a time where no feelings could be feel.]&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/27670279-115738361807640893?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115738361807640893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115738361807640893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115738361807640893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115738361807640893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-was-in-mess-once-again.html' title='It was in a mess once again'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115730352895470268</id><published>2006-09-04T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:12:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a pool of blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These days quite tired ,so didnt blog much. Morning send my sister to the airport ,she and her friends went oversea to study representing the school. After that went to eat 'dim sum' with my family.then headed to OCC .My father wanted to custom his bag of golf club.So i went to hit a few balls with my brother. Then i went out to meet jy and lr, headed to orchard ,bought a fresh imp cap while jy bought a shirt also from fresh imp.Then watched 'Snakes on the plane' in the night.Now just reached home, so damn tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Why cant noone hear your cries,feel your pain,share your sufferings? You are meant to be someone that i known for.'It' had drift you apart from your personality.Darkness filled the empty space,pervaded the air that purify my life.]&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/27670279-115730352895470268?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115730352895470268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115730352895470268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115730352895470268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115730352895470268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-in-pool-of-blood_04.html' title='Lost in a pool of blood'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115730337684172073</id><published>2006-09-04T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:09:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a pool of blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These days quite tired ,so didnt blog much. Morning send my sister to the airport ,she and her friends went oversea to study representing the school. After that went to eat 'dim sum' with my family.then headed to OCC .My father wanted to custom his bag of golf club.So i went to hit a few balls with my brother. Then i went out to meet jy and lr, headed to orchard ,bought a fresh imp cap while jy bought a shirt also from fresh imp.Then watched 'Snakes on the plane' in the night.Now just reached home, so damn tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Why cant noone hear your cries,feel your pain,share your sufferings? You are meant to be someone that i known for.'It' had drift you apart from your personality.Darkness filled the empty space,pervaded the air that purify my life.]&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/27670279-115730337684172073?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115730337684172073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115730337684172073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115730337684172073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115730337684172073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-in-pool-of-blood.html' title='Lost in a pool of blood'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115707794099204177</id><published>2006-09-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:35:13.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asked and Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday went to school and celebrate teacher's day...after that we played soccer after school...then i injured my right ankle agian ...it twisted a little and it hurts badly...Johnathan too. Went home and rest for a while and had tuition.Then in the night ate mac and watched some dvds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[There may be a little still,but it was caged.I asked myself once too, but didnt really had an answer for it.This may not be the answer you wanted but one day it will be forgotten.Although i didn't really talk to you,it doesnt mean that i didnt care. Perhaps there was still a little fear ,perhaps i wasnt bold,or perhaps both of it.Morever we are still friends, it was what u wanted and i done what i could possibilily can. and hope that all your stress would be gone forever.]&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/27670279-115707794099204177?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115707794099204177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115707794099204177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115707794099204177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115707794099204177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/09/asked-and-answered.html' title='Asked and Answered'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115695471126440945</id><published>2006-08-30T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:18:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perished through the dust....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today i went to sunplaza and eat cavana with hakim and john and fabian.We walked under the rain and talk lots of rubbish. Went home and rest and went for guitar lesson . After that met johnathan they all, we bought prsent for mrs lau and the new teacher.[SORRY MRS LOY WE HAD NO TIME TO BUY FOR YOU!!!]We went for P.o.A lesson till night had fallen.Reached home , thinking about the lessons i have in sch that bored me ,luckily there is a perform by hakim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[Starz that predicts your future, moon that resemble your life span, was a guide through.Once you were ,but now you weren't.Hope you were like the breezing winds that careass upon my face.The ocean that you float on were just the clear blue water drifting you apart from a dimension.]&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/27670279-115695471126440945?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115695471126440945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115695471126440945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115695471126440945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115695471126440945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/perished-through-dust.html' title='perished through the dust....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115686187289945566</id><published>2006-08-29T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:35:17.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;On sunday, went out to buy a guitar with wk and jy.Wk wanted it so we broz follow him go so funny.We played the catch bear one then we failed to catch one ,so we had a chane of gripping sweets jy did it and his frenz saw him and they laugh.Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;On monday , went to school like usual but it was fabian birthday so we had great fun. During p.e. We played soccer on the feild and i had some cuts on my left leg while blisters on my right.It was kinda pain however i carried on playing after school .Headed home and rest until evening and my teacher came .It was so exhausting but i still carried on because it was engilsh.Did some of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;myhmk after tuition and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;[Starz that once taken the path of fate]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today went to feelingvery tired slpet on two of the lesson .But it was when the lesson were about to end then i fell asleep.After school wanted to go for tuition but didnt went afterall because it was too late .I studied at home for two hours and slpet all the way till now, however i was still tired.Thinking about tommorow's lesson in school, makes me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Once you were the moon and the starz that i drawn upon my night life.It seem that it still glows throught the darkness that had taken over my heart.Heard u were piled by the stacks of thinking minds.One day u will be able to throw one by one away into the dept of darkness where it could not be found again.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Night to all my unforgotten souls, my friend........&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/27670279-115686187289945566?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115686187289945566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115686187289945566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115686187289945566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115686187289945566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/gone-with-wild.html' title='Gone with the wild'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115669679658560972</id><published>2006-08-28T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:40:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing my life with an ordinary pencil</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday had to cancel my tuition because i was too tired , my friends too did not went for the tuition.But we had informed the teacher.In the late afternoon went out with jy and wkto plaza sin that side.We followed wk to buy his guitar ,its red in colour . Then we played pool ,after that they came to my house and slept for the night .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today had tuition in the early morning , so my dad fetched wk and jy to yishun interchange.After tuition went home and rest. After that went down to smb.At first we wanted to have sake sushi, but in the end went to have 'xiao huo guo' with lr zq .While watching sccer yf came followed by jy.It was so funny,zq bought newcastle,lr bought draw, i bought aston villa.Guess what i won 2-0.Tommrow will be a fun game too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[You were like an angel in my heart.Replacing starz that once thorn me apart.It felt like a blaze of fire lighting my heart in neither sorrow nor 'insanity'.The god of the morning and evening sun rides through the blossom of love.Once seen ,it had always been there but the time to heal takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a decade to forgo.]*For u*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Night to all my friends ....&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/27670279-115669679658560972?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115669679658560972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115669679658560972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115669679658560972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115669679658560972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/drawing-my-life-with-ordinary-pencil.html' title='Drawing my life with an ordinary pencil'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115643281813756915</id><published>2006-08-24T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:22:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian of the fallen starz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday a group of us went down to ang mo kio to buy things for fabian's bbq. After buying the food , we went to play pool for a little while and it was ten . I was so tired , that i went home , i bath and slept till morning.However, i was still tired in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Today played soccer after school, went home had tuition .After tuition eat and watch dvd thendo some drawing for the teacher's day dedication then did english filing.But i was too tired to the the eng hmk.It will be fine i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Today there s only emptiness that fills the space here only one will see what they really wan here.]The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!Happy birthday Wan Xin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.....Night......&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/27670279-115643281813756915?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115643281813756915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115643281813756915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115643281813756915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115643281813756915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/guardian-of-fallen-starz.html' title='Guardian of the fallen starz...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115625423944082173</id><published>2006-08-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:43:59.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so deep that it never find its way up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Went to school and had fun .We did not play soccer today , we were kinda tired, so we tokk a rest during the free period which is miss wong period .[wohohohooo] Studied through the day had chem rmd... and we stayed til 330.After that i sam jon and yf had to tell a white lie to get something.Arrived home plyed for 1/2 hr , eat .Then i started to do my eng compo , and too tired to do the rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[You maybe there in the place i may or may no know, but the guardian starz told me "trying to do something for  , thinkin something for . Its a totally different thing".It made the sorrow that once left a scar behind to be awaken.For u it may be, for u it shall be,something that remained in our minds .]&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/27670279-115625423944082173?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115625423944082173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115625423944082173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115625423944082173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115625423944082173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-deep-that-it-never-find-its-way-up.html' title='so deep that it never find its way up'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115616221032677238</id><published>2006-08-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:10:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of foreboding</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For the past few days i was not feeling that well . My stomach hurts badly,and after seeing a doctor i felt much better.Yesterday was supposed to eat with my aunt but i went and ate nothing, as my stomach hurts and it had prevent me from doing anything.I sat there and slept till they had finished. At that time my vision lost its sight, i was in pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today did some acer's day workout during P.e. ,after school, we played soccer till 3 . It was tiring. I came back and had tuition ... and now thinking what am i going to do about the english compo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;[Something kept asking about u in my mind.Looking upon the starz that once guide, i felt this surge of adrenaline rush.It numbed from my head to toe.It was like the star parting away from the sky and the moon and the place it once known as home.]&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/27670279-115616221032677238?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115616221032677238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115616221032677238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115616221032677238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115616221032677238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/sense-of-foreboding.html' title='A sense of foreboding'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115582701528904694</id><published>2006-08-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T08:03:35.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oral tommorow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;After school played soccer...had two good games .....then went home and went out again to cut my hair .Now my hair is so short , but its cool.[i guess]. had tuition at 815 to 1045 so long and i m so tired .... all because of the english o level oral ... damn it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope tommrow take oral one all sun sun li li pass arh...good luck!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ Went just onli to hear and see the cries and tears that is kept within your heart.Every sound produced was in silence, every drop was memories being washed away.]&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/27670279-115582701528904694?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115582701528904694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115582701528904694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115582701528904694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115582701528904694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/oral-tommorow.html' title='oral tommorow...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115574510932032495</id><published>2006-08-16T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:18:29.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei You Ni De Ri Zi</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was a good day. I went to school like usual . Lessons were quite boring but we were having fun . There was nothing else that we do but to play soccer and talk cold jokes . After school , we went home .  I rested awhile and went for my guitar lesson . Learned some new things during lesson . I went home and i went out again . I went to study a little at sunplaza with a group of friends whom i hang out with usually . Went home in the night , my stomach did not feel well . I just do not know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[A moon to represent how things could change.A star to represent a guidance in life.Some metor rain to represent some wishes or some love being created.You were not somebody great but somebody worth remembering.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it SUCKS telling white lies and guess what...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the above in [] were some lies for someone that i know for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;...Nites...&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/27670279-115574510932032495?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115574510932032495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115574510932032495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115574510932032495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115574510932032495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/mei-you-ni-de-ri-zi.html' title='Mei You Ni De Ri Zi'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115564878379238187</id><published>2006-08-15T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:33:03.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tIring days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to have a little drink with jy audi and raj we were having lots of fun . Mon went to sch wasnt feeling that great ...night when to drink alittle again at smb park with rusdi  jy hidayat , we were playing games called 'five ten' it was so funny . Today worst my stomach ache the whole , and i still kept playing soccer ..how great ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exams are near ...after prelim gonna relax for a week and study for the month ....so tired wish i could have sleep for 24 hrs to regen my energy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Stars were shining in the sky with its light that might blinds one's eye.It lighted the dead sky into bits of glimmering diamonds.Hope you were day to see it .]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115564878379238187?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115564878379238187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115564878379238187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115564878379238187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115564878379238187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/tiring-days.html' title='tIring days...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115539773015798916</id><published>2006-08-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T08:48:50.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond what one may see</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday, went to watch firework at marina square with friends.There were ps cer sam fb and me.We were having lots of fun .Firstly we do not kow how to get to lvl 1,after searching for 15 mins we foun the way down.Cmae to thought about ,its so like 'OMG'.Then we wait for 20 mins to eat at cafe cartel , the bills were wrong and the price was shocking . While having our so called dinner , i was making some noise which were so cool that people would sometimes misunderstand and called it crazy .There were still cold jokes althought bernard was not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today had tuition and went home .In the evening, went to buy rice for my family with my father. We bought so many food but still we ate finish everything that was on the table.Now watch stars out my window and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...NITEZ... everyone[miss_ya]&lt;/span&gt;&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/27670279-115539773015798916?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115539773015798916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115539773015798916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115539773015798916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115539773015798916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/beyond-what-one-may-see.html' title='beyond what one may see'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115519248209491686</id><published>2006-08-09T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:48:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the death path</title><content type='html'>Quite boring today , yesterday , stayed at home and watched vcd. Today going to have tuition at four ,did some of my work and watched vcds again. These few days was so tiring ,went out with jy to eat and talk and bought some cds to his house and watched.&lt;br /&gt;The tireness just kept acumulating to an amount which one could never have thought of. I took about 15 hours of sleep... felt the ache all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;Shw was gorgeous the moment i saw her, but words were kept in my heart.  The feeling still prevents me from getting near her.&lt;br /&gt;[the end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115519248209491686?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115519248209491686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115519248209491686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115519248209491686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115519248209491686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-death-path.html' title='to the death path'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115479662376324039</id><published>2006-08-05T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:50:23.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To think or not to think</title><content type='html'>Tuition in the early morning and in the afternoon.. after that i went to chris house to do more things on the class t-shirt...it was just too nice ...watching makes me feel great ...afterall its part of my work... went to have dinner with yf cer sam .We ate alot till we kinda full...we went home at eight plus..it was like a long journey for me but its alright...&lt;br /&gt;Somethings that were never meant to think of appeared in my mind.Its was in a coffin that i yearn for.A vampire of the royal blood that i could think of.I shall control it with the mind that freaks with the most horrible thing that one could think of.&lt;br /&gt;A long day ahead,tommrow.&lt;br /&gt;It was you ridin the moon of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Good night in this silent night .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115479662376324039?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115479662376324039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115479662376324039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115479662376324039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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of fun and talkin lots of craps... it jus cant stop... we reached our destination and collected our things... then guess wat .... we took the correct bus number but wrong direction .. how sad ... but it was funny we ltr went to far east to get something... we then saw audi ain raj...we shop together and the girls i mean my class ones kept running here and ther .. night we went jon house then went home at about 11 plus .. it was tirin but worth the fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115475208031948744?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115475208031948744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115475208031948744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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redhill to collect our class t... after we arrived.. we took a bus and realised we took the wrong direction so we alighted the bus and took another.. we had lots of fun and talkin lots of craps... it jus cant stop... we reached our destination and collected our things... then guess wat .... we took the correct bus number but wrong direction .. how sad ... but it was funny we ltr went to far east to get something... we then saw audi ain raj...we shop together and the girls i mean my class ones kept running here and ther .. night we went jon house then went home at about 11 plus .. it was tirin but worth the fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115475206681001250?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115475206681001250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-27670279.post-115462007981670182</id><published>2006-08-03T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:47:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bloody heart kept palpitating</title><content type='html'>Today almost had a good and tired day... sch was fun ... we played soccer after school ... and had great time... but sam say he was boring playing keeper so he ask mi for a change and i agreed ...as i was not gd at gaolkeepin i conceded three goals ...and sam kept naggin and naggin ... i jus cant stand it .. if he s gd why dont he continue to be keeper and still ask mi to be and nag somemore... it so....argh!!! He just dont seem to get it in his head ...perhaps someone knock something into his head then he will get it.[no offence man]&lt;br /&gt;Still wanna dare me ... and i will prove i m not kedi and gian.. damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;                              ..Night everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115462007981670182?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115462007981670182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115462007981670182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115462007981670182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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disfunction...and were all singing songs like the power puff girls and many more from kids centre...went to learn guitar in the late noon so as to get rid of studies for a moment or two...it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I did something that i was being dared to by nisa.And its only a minor thing and nisa ,doing that a hundred times is also not a prob [jokin]!!!Perhaps you may wanna try something harder to dare for me ....wazaahahahahah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115453367831304957?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115453367831304957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115453367831304957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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due to the coldness in class , the class had worsen its mental disorder...one by one gone nuts and guess we were like singing cartoon songs... like the power puff girls...and i kinda like it ,its cool....cold jokes werent be missed everyday...and somehow it was bernard who starts the cold day today on a cold weather...and the degree in the class falls tremdously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115435339606660546?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115435339606660546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115435339606660546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but in the end we did not manage to do.....we had difficulties doing it.. so we started on the draft piece... and now i m trying to draw for all i can...we talk and laugh and ate golden pillow...a food that was so filling......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When the night falls ,its time to slit ones throat for he/she maybe a cursed starz that haunts you. There will only be the blood of those who have sucked by the vampires that rides the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Its just like drink red wine, it would be great if i were one of them.&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/27670279-115384054023859068?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115384054023859068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115384054023859068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115384054023859068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115384054023859068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/07/blood-splashed-like-fountain.html' title='the blood splashed like fountain....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115349207981690649</id><published>2006-07-21T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:28:00.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time perished into depts of sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday i when to eat with broz ...jy..ys..lr...we talked and laughed most of the time... we went to eat steamboat.. and came to think about it tommrow i am eating again... so terrible... but its fine ...watched dvds....didnt touch a single hmk when i came back frm sch ... i jus kept sleeping an watching dvds...though the prelim and o mabe near .. one still needs to relax ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime i saw this vision appearring in my mind .... my heart palpitate.. i felt a sense of foreboding ahead of me.. waitin for me... i wonder if its good .... you will remain as the sweetest one in my heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115349207981690649?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115349207981690649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115349207981690649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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4 exp ppl .. a mircale....but anyway it was a good game ....no violent it s onli juz soccer... tommrow a boring again ..today lots of thing came to my mind searching for smthing which weren' meant to be..... it juz keep comin .. and never that it will fade away......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*U will understand someday*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115314544178262806?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115314544178262806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115314544178262806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class mates... its been a while seen we went out together in a big group....today recess played soccer.... and my team lose to the 4 exp pl ... its wasn't right ...i was sick and was injured...nvm nxt week we shall play again .....and no hard feeling ya.. its jus a comment.... so boring .. tommrow is going to be a long day again... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;=wazahahah=&lt;br /&gt;=Upon my dead heart u shall perished as it shall live in a keyless chest , only one that has the power shall pry open it...if it fail it wasnt mean to be..=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115289299457138906?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115289299457138906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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miller....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Watching vcds for the past few days...realised something watching it....only one could hear the cries of endless pian and feel the thorns that pireced throught my heart....can anyone hears or feels it ? ... nvm .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Italy won the world cup for the 4th time... france lose badly...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; *U were in pain .... the only thing i could do was to listen to the cries that were produced in silence....it seem so defended...however it's still had the needles that sews through ..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Take care*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115247924090076557?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115247924090076557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115247924090076557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115247924090076557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115247924090076557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-still-brian-miller.html' title='its still brian miller....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115193910755840822</id><published>2006-07-03T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T08:05:07.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>souls of .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Woke up with a head pain .... rested for a few hours and watched television .... had tuition at 4... then ate dinner ......the whole day was juz too bored....do a little ss hmk n watched vcds...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The silent night was just too great... nothing was comparable to it....in life every night to someone maybe special... anything could happen ...the starz maybe a guide line to someone special in heart... if only one can see to it...things may turn for the better...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Unsolved probs would fade one day=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115193910755840822?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115193910755840822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115193910755840822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115193910755840822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115193910755840822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/07/souls-of.html' title='souls of .....'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115182396301764990</id><published>2006-07-02T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:08:50.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life isn't what u think its suppose to be its something what u believed to be.... anything can happen...perhaps its time,perhaps its fate,perhaps its both...life goes without blinded troubles ....although my heart may ache for the endless night but it may not be shown once again to the world that i know for...it shall be kept to a place where no euphoria could be found...maybe at the edge of the earth... or even between the lines of earthsea...&lt;br /&gt;My frenz whom i know for ...espcially kim..thks for being there most of the time....ya and one more thing....&lt;br /&gt;[ENGLAND and BRAZIL lose .......OUT!!!]&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/27670279-115182396301764990?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115182396301764990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115182396301764990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115182396301764990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115182396301764990'/><link 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[wk n jy] yesterday... they came n ton at my house ..then wk help mi a little with m drawing.. i think next week we will start painting a little... hope it would be a pieceof marvellous art...[advent children]... we watch movies in the night...then slept at 4.... woke up at 1.. wat a sleep we had... and jy was saying he had lots of dreams ... and his dreams were weird.... ya watching vcds most of the days .. so when sch open hope teacher ask us to write a focus parag on our holiday... watching soccer n playing games would be partof the story......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; =U weren't there no more=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115122160839749986?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115122160839749986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115122160839749986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115122160839749986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115122160839749986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/nxt-day-of-my-life.html' title='the nxt day of my life'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115074018742393950</id><published>2006-06-20T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:03:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>touching up my room alittle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These few days were quite boring... didnt play much games..watch vcds most of my time....today went to funan with my sis n both parents... went to solve smthing for my sis....saw some  pc games that were qutie interesting.. planned to buy soon...missed quite alot of my tuition ... still have a long day ahead tommrow...^bored^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Dreamt of U and now it has become haze within my head which no one could..see.feel.hear.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Nitez...*u*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115074018742393950?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115074018742393950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115074018742393950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115074018742393950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115074018742393950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/touching-up-my-room-alittle.html' title='touching up my room alittle'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115065437964545544</id><published>2006-06-19T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:12:59.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oNe more week left to the insane sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday went out with brotherhood...jy n wk... then we stayed overnight at wk house...had fun n watched [san ge hao ren(one more chance)]... played some poker games .... then we slpet for 3 to 4 hours ...then morning went back home.. was supposed togo for tuition at 10 but overspt .. think had not been slping quite well these few days...then had dinner with my parents... after that i watched vcd till now.. n brazil won.. due to the effortless Dida[hand of god].. nthing is impposible for him....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  = Now You're caged in a small part in my heart that it would remain indelible in my mind=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;       *hope u're living great*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Night everyone.... dreams of endless stars that fall upon&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/27670279-115065437964545544?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115065437964545544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115065437964545544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115065437964545544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115065437964545544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-more-week-left-to-insane-sch.html' title='oNe more week left to the insane sch'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-115039535955210562</id><published>2006-06-16T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:15:59.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uniform days of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Woke up at 230pm ....then watched dvds for the whole day ... quite interesting movies....did some hmk... then night arrived.... watched england match...2-0.. it was a boring match til the 82 min...england won ...but  how sad i didn't bet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Suddenly i walked into my thoughts , scars of memories shown upon . The feeling of sadness were pictures that captures my soul . the next thing i knew was ...'you were gone'...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Cage within the souls of misery=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-115039535955210562?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115039535955210562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115039535955210562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115039535955210562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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slp then went for tuition ...canceled my 4pm tuition as i was tired...trying to finish a compo for my tuition teacher..however it was hard... wrote about someone who realli makes me go off the deep end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;=Needles that run through my blood pireced my heart in n out...blood splashed out like fountain... and a panoramic view of blood was shown upon...=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;  *gone with the deepest soul that could be ever found within mi*&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/27670279-115027164457368196?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115027164457368196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-27670279.post-115018713714005045</id><published>2006-06-13T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:25:37.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dArk N cRueL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Juz started on my hmk ... most of my time watching soccer... bored by my inanity... to dae went to pw  with ber jx n timz...we had great fun ... then once again saw hr n her sis n js... now juz reached home... think going to play pool ltr on...haiz...night ber maybe wan to come my house...watachsoccer again ....brazil may have a 3-1 socre hope so or a 2-0 would be nice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  =You disperse through the blood that flow within me....its like needles running through my veins.... taking my life away=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Gone with misery*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;                      &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/27670279-115018713714005045?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115018713714005045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=115018713714005045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115018713714005045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/115018713714005045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/dark-n-cruel.html' title='dArk N cRueL...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-114995782834890871</id><published>2006-06-11T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:43:48.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daYs oF InaNIty</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Morning after frenz left my house.. i changed and went for tuition ... after that started another new poa tuition ... i went with timz and ber...the teacher was so 'cold'......but he thought us well..much more better than the sch ones...night went to yishun met lr n jy..then went to yf house for a little while and now i juz reached home....had not slpt for two full days.. its like 40 hrs since i last slpt...so tired...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;had an appointment at eastcoast in the evening totaly forgotten bout it ..so sorri...perhaps other times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; =[FrEakIng_oUt] frm my mind=&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/27670279-114995782834890871?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114995782834890871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=114995782834890871' title='0 Comments'/><link 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anyone but for one it shall stay in the time where noone shall break it....had not much fun... watching cds all day long....todae had tuition in the morning n one on the afternoon..now in the night frenz come to my house to celebrate for WC... n lr birthdae ... wad a dae to have fun....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=When will u know i'm there in the darkness....you won't know anything=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;#MiNd_FrEak#&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/27670279-114985257754757149?l=fallen-stories.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-27670279.post-114969558050086295</id><published>2006-06-07T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:58:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UpOn mY mInd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These few days had some fun and carried on with my tuition...yesterday went bowling with timz jx cz ber james..then we met js and hr.. we played together and had lots of fun js was not satisfied because i had sorced better..... maybe next time when you have train harder the next time then we challenge again...meomries that screwed my mind...pinkspiders that freaks me ...but one that shall remain indelible in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=You weren't juz a starz ...you're something undescrible....=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;#No one shall breach through the scar that i had inflicted to my brain#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*missed u*...nitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....nitez everyone....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-114969558050086295?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114969558050086295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=114969558050086295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114969558050086295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114969558050086295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/upon-my-mind.html' title='UpOn mY mInd...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-114943908853507356</id><published>2006-06-05T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:46:58.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE faLleN stArz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Woke up as usual... planned to go sentosa but in the end was too tired to...then played games till noon...headed down to sembawabg ...passed san jie(ps) her bk which i had borrowed from her...then played bb with timz ber n des ...it was so funny.... we played with the philipines.. ..lost by two...they were fast.. and pattern liao liao...later went back home... my relatives came ...we ate dinner together...after that night played a game ...fallen starz of the night...&lt;br /&gt;-what more could i say-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;=think that u juz don't understand it...meaningless to say anything ...hope that what i see now could be an illusion...what i had believed for is real ...ya u're juz a nice girl (hope so)..=&lt;br /&gt;*missed u*...nitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nitez ... everyone.. wazazaza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-114943908853507356?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114943908853507356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=114943908853507356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114943908853507356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114943908853507356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/fallen-starz.html' title='ThE faLleN stArz...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-114936242460518993</id><published>2006-06-04T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:20:24.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still i'm back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Had a drink with jy and lr... we were playing soccer games which was funni...and i thought of staying at lr house for the night however came back home in the end...luckily my parent didn't nag bout it ...juz got home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     =U weren't juz a starz but a shooting starz...(juz passin-by my life)...not a glowing one but a bright one...a glance at this particular starz is a blessing....one would never know....=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                           *missed u*...nitez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                  [searching for for smthing i known to be]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-114936242460518993?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114936242460518993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=114936242460518993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114936242460518993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114936242460518993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-im-back-home.html' title='still i&apos;m back home'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-114934381567030622</id><published>2006-06-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:10:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In tHe EnD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Todae veri gd day... after tuition in the morning timz ber n james came to my house it was fun...we play a soccer leauge.. it was funny ...alot of the goals are so kelong n ks n lame....we played till evening and now i'm at smb at timz house ....going to meet jy soon...wad a day i had...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; = Thought that u've realli understand mi .. but things weren't the way it is.. haiz ... songs of x japan s are able to express my feeling... starz would be my guardian angel cum devil  through the darkness..=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                    *missed u*..nitez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                          nitez everyone chow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-114934381567030622?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114934381567030622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27670279&amp;postID=114934381567030622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114934381567030622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27670279/posts/default/114934381567030622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-end.html' title='In tHe EnD...'/><author><name>pinkspider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15600076897573522164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-114930697430852527</id><published>2006-06-03T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:57:59.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficulties.in darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=It not that i'm not being my trueself... it's juz smthing that deterred me .. a feeling ... i do not really understand it too...still sisters ya ... but if it realli bothers u then i'm truely SORRY bout it...perhaps one day this feeling might be gone or it might juz take me to somewher through the darkness again...and trust me ... you wont like it if i'm being my trueself ...it would be insanity and i realli would not want to do that in front of you ya...and one more thing maybe i might jus need some time to get closer to nature to understand smthing which i've been trying to find out.... perhaps as time pass i might realise it&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[smthing which no one knows]&lt;/span&gt;...truely sorry of what i had been doing...SORRY...=&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/27670279-114930697430852527?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114930697430852527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27670279.post-114927320529475728</id><published>2006-06-03T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:33:25.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ForeVer LoVe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today  had quite a fun day.... it was a joy n laughter day...morning was supposed to play dota..but end up going to sch n learn math....its was so boring .... after that went home ....then kim n fb come my house play soccer..after that went to catch a movie at plaza singa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  =U're juz that amazing to mi....it was the starz that i watched ever night made me realised smthing i known to be ... hope u are taking are of urself ya...=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                      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up for dinner... and then i realised it was eight pm...had a long nap ...then talk to timz n ber on the phone .....and night came.. i'm now helping my sis with her project[acted a sale man,a baby(girl) ,and an elderly}..wazazaza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;=Had some pipe dreams about u these few days .... pictures of u kept flashing in my mind ...trying hard to let it fade away.. but it was futile .. no matter what it came back eventually but as said my love was for the nature.... hope u were there someday-sometimes-somewhere=&lt;br /&gt;*missed u *...nitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez everyone... chow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27670279-114909143420744423?l=fallen-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallen-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/114909143420744423/comments/default' 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