<?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-30587318</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:32:33.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible of Corruption</title><subtitle type='html'>[This blog is strictly for the corrupted][If u enter it goes to show tat ur souls has already been condemned][Leave if u r not one of us or we'll slit ur throat, hang u up, skin u, then suck u dry] | (: | [peace]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116470994750362844</id><published>2006-11-28T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:32:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Out Of The Shadows ; Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat the fuck kind of reaction did u expect to have? U dun simply walk out on the person without a word of bye then come back 3 years later and tell me tat kid's mine when i din even knoe of his existence this 3 whole years. Things don't work that way girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lasik's tmr. Fuck that means from tmr on. there will be no clubbing no vigourous sport no contact sport and i haf to wear sunglasses even at NIGHT for 1 whole month. stupidest thing i ever heard. laying a ban on me from clubbing and sex for 1 entire month? tat's unacceptable. i knoe sex is a contact sport. BUT BUT.....  forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz had like 3 whole hours of test for my eyes. tat's like almost 50 test. omg. now i haf a headache from the hurting eye. and the sun is juz blinding. And i gotta cancel tmr's zouk! fuck fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the guards bring me out to the courtyard;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If there's a god then why does he let me die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take me to the gallows!&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/30587318-116470994750362844?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116470994750362844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116470994750362844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116470994750362844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116470994750362844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-out-of-shadows-iron-maiden.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116465032972748317</id><published>2006-11-28T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:58:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening  : Different Worlds ; Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7802/3283/1600/257184/27112006098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7802/3283/320/945533/27112006098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crazy bugger on my right is in project superstar. Cannot believe rite? Too bad u sing pop and i'm into rock and death metal. Probably the only song i like tat u sing is "Beautiful" haha. The chinese songs, nv even heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today went to pick my sis up from esplanade. Had her dance performance today. and sadly i din get tickets to watch it. haiz. so at like 1030pm after picking her up. she kept complaining about wanting to go home. rah tat's so early. so i got home at like 1130pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat i saw one of the best drummers around in singapore in the asian beat compy. down at plaza sing. At 1st i was like fuk he's so damn good being able to move his legs tat fast. then after awhile i realize he was using a double pedal for base. and suddenly he wasn't tat good after all. haha. took tat impressiveness off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The war has begun!&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/30587318-116465032972748317?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116465032972748317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116465032972748317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116465032972748317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116465032972748317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-different-worlds-iron-maiden.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116459908345211751</id><published>2006-11-27T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:44:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Hallowed Be Thy Name ; Cradle Of Filth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! I wish i can sing like tat. Haha. How fuckin ownage is tat guy's voice man. My idol band. wahahha. 1 of the best death metal arnd. Join the cults. The new era has begun. Let ur satanic nature rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows pole;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sands of time, for me are running low...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mother fuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Running low...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the priest comes to read me the last rights;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I take a look through the bars at the last sights;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of a world that has gone very wrong for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could it be that there's some sort of error?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hard to stop the surmounting terror;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it really the end or some crazy dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not easy to stop from screaming;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words escape me when I try to speak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tears, they flow; but why am I crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After all, I'm not afraid of dying;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not believe that there never is an end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the guards bring me out to the courtyard;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If there's a god then why does he let me die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I walk, all my life drifts before me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And though the end is near, I'm not sorry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mark my words, believe my soul lives on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't worry, now that I have gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've gone beyond to see the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So when you know that your time is close at hand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe then you'll begin to understand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life down there is just a strange illusion... &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/30587318-116459908345211751?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116459908345211751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116459908345211751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116459908345211751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116459908345211751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-hallowed-be-thy-name-cradle_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116455282684635979</id><published>2006-11-26T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:53:46.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Hallowed Be Thy Name ; Cradle Of Filth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Don't Love You Like I Loved You Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin out of the shadows of ur past life tat clouds ur present is so much harder than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T STALK ME! DON'T THINK U CAN CONTROL ME! U DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I CAN DO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116455282684635979?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116455282684635979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116455282684635979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116455282684635979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116455282684635979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-hallowed-be-thy-name-cradle.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116429123338980252</id><published>2006-11-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:13:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Call Me When You're Sober ; Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence new album is pretty much a disappointment. But here it is. The 2 best songs of the album. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Call Me When You're Sober&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lithium&lt;/span&gt;. This version of &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lithium&lt;/span&gt; is nothing like the 1 by Nirvana. So listen to it. Amy Lee! Where's all the darkness in the previous album anywhere but home? This album is like pure meekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of u who don't know. Lithium is an element. And lithium particles r used in anti-depressant drugs. Giving a certain anti-depressant the medical term Lithium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spectacular Number 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pierced my lips!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Call Me When You're Sober Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You want me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I let you fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lose it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't keep believing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're only deceiving ourselves .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm sick of the lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you're too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You want me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couldn't take the blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sick with shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Must be exhausting to lose your own game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selfishly hated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No wonder you're jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can't play the victim this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you're too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You want me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You never call me when you're sober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You only want it cause it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could I have burned paradise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could I - you were never mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So don't cry to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't lie to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just get your things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've made up your 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/30587318-116429123338980252?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116429123338980252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116429123338980252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116429123338980252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116429123338980252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-call-me-when-youre-sober.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116412246079809865</id><published>2006-11-21T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:21:00.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : All Or Nothing ; O-Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know when he's been on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That distant look is in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought with time you'd realize it's over, over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not the way I choose to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And something somewhere's gotta give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A share in this relationship gets older, older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know I'd fight for you but how could I fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone who isn't even there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've had the rest of you now I want the best of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you I don't care if that's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz I want it allOr nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or are we just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a simple telephone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are time it seems to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sharing you with memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel it in my heart but I don't show it , show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then there's times you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As thought I'm all that you could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those times I don't believe it's right I know it , know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't make me promises baby you never did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know how to keep them well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had the rest of you now I want the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of you it's time to show and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz I want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or are we just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a simple telephone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could lose it all if you've got no more room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nowhere inside for me in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuz I want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nowhere left to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you reach the bottom it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it allOr are we just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is this how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a simple telephone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You leave me here with nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling my story with this song. Bye Bye blog. i gonna close u down soon. Eventually everything comes to an end. It just matter how spectacular u make the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW LET ME SHOW U! HOW FUCKING SPECTACULAR MINE IS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116412246079809865?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116412246079809865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116412246079809865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116412246079809865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116412246079809865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-all-or-nothing-o-town-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116395033624296166</id><published>2006-11-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:32:16.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : My Last Breath ; Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! finally fallen sick. Got drum lessons and job interview early in the morning. haiz. gonna lack sleep again! Something's lacking. there's tat emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo is a nice place. just tat it's F.U.C.K.I.N.G crowded. Like literally suffocating. but the shopping part. there's really nice stuff! okok so here's the deal. CALYN U'RE FUCKING SWAY!&lt;br /&gt;everytime go out with u no cab 1. zzz. and for goodness sake finish ur food! 3 years alr and u still havent change. still sharing food with me. I tink u can call me ah pa soon alr. -.- RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry babe. I nv meant to upset u. Nv did with my words nor my actions. But somehow i seem to always nv fail in doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116395033624296166?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116395033624296166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116395033624296166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116395033624296166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116395033624296166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-my-last-breath-evanescence.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116383199940933384</id><published>2006-11-18T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:39:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : My Immortal ; Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wat happened last nite. will be left at last nite. kept in the back of our memories. so let's not bring it up. (: it was fun guys ( and few girls ). Life is simple. So keep it simple. It's nuttin more than u being dead and me alive. there's no sympathy for the dead. Welcome to the dark side. Evanescence is the darkest of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/18112006080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/18112006080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/DSC01412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/DSC01412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/DSC01413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/DSC01413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/17112006079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/17112006079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immortal lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave'&lt;br /&gt;Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116383199940933384?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116383199940933384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116383199940933384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116383199940933384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116383199940933384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-my-immortal-evanescence-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116368182512185249</id><published>2006-11-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:57:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Haunted ; Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Headache! Lack sleep! So much work to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop bullshitting me already. I'm bleeding and breathing no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found the tattoos i wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Breathe no more : Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Piano Solo Opening]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking in the mirror for so long.&lt;br /&gt;That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;All the little pieces falling, shatter.&lt;br /&gt;Shards of me,&lt;br /&gt;Too sharp to put back together.&lt;br /&gt;Too small to matter,&lt;br /&gt;But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;If I try to touch her,&lt;br /&gt;And I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Convince me that I've been sick forever.&lt;br /&gt;And all of this,&lt;br /&gt;Will make sense when I get better.&lt;br /&gt;But I know the difference,&lt;br /&gt;Between myself and my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Which of us do you love.&lt;br /&gt;So I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe no...&lt;br /&gt;Bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe-&lt;br /&gt;I breathe no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Piano Solo Ending]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116368182512185249?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116368182512185249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116368182512185249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116368182512185249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116368182512185249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-haunted-evanescence-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116359908205239915</id><published>2006-11-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Missing ; Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step up is such a good movie! congrats hun! finally passed ur driving! see! i'm ur lucky charm! better treasure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wan to learn dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116359908205239915?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116359908205239915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116359908205239915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116359908205239915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116359908205239915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-missing-evanescence-step-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116342538207777702</id><published>2006-11-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Pitiful ; Blindside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired. Rah! gonna fall sick soon. Fuck u nik. Today totally wasted my time. 1 hour to get ready. 2 hours to travel. 4 hours in ur fucking skool. If u say something. Under all circumstances keep it. if not at least haf the fucking courtesy to inform the person. Fucking pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u hun. DW. I'll respect ur decision. Just be happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's not like acting. There are no retakes.&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/30587318-116342538207777702?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116342538207777702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116342538207777702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116342538207777702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116342538207777702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-pitiful-blindside-im-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116335171461149841</id><published>2006-11-13T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:15:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Maybe Tomorrow ; Stereophonics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx hun. Appreciated it. Simple unhealthy dinner. yet it tasted so good. haha. and the searching of java books in the library and then grocery shopping. i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow some things just felt different in a certain way. Dun know wat. but it just did. this friday will be the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes hun. i'll pray everyday that u'll pass ur driving test this wed! Study hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry if i ever said anything to upset u or done things u din like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if u ask me "would u still love me in the morning?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll answer u "forever and ever babe"&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/30587318-116335171461149841?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116335171461149841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116335171461149841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116335171461149841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116335171461149841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-maybe-tomorrow-stereophonics.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116328145299403629</id><published>2006-11-12T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T05:44:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : I've Become What I've Always Hated ; Saosin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back in singapore.  7 frens over and we're drinking like crazy. lol. gotta go out tomorrow. see u tomorrow hun. forever and ever babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116328145299403629?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116328145299403629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116328145299403629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116328145299403629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116328145299403629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-ive-become-what-ive-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116310213138291802</id><published>2006-11-10T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T05:55:37.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening : My Consolation ; Silverstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so. 615 am in the morning. i'm back to Silverstein again. Fatigue hasnt caught up with me at the very least bit. I'm off to my final exam in 3 hrs time. and in approximately 6 hours i'll be done with this part of my life forever. and tomorrow i'll be going back. yet going back doesnt seem as desirable as be4. it's just another place. well i'm going back to my books. i seriously forgot every single detail about wat today's exam was about last nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the kind of life i should be leading is simple huh. just being emotionless will settle it all. the biggest question here is really wat r the kind of people that doesnt get angry no matter wat? people that don't care. well after all it was all my fault. Yea for about 60 secs approximately i felt fucking sensitive and childish. in 10 mins i broke a promise. for about 1/2 an hour i wasnt a nice person to be having any form of socialisation with. but i tot we made a deal tat we were gonna remind each other to be nice people when we're not? well this is my reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anws the sun is fucking bright today. today i realize the reason theres light in this world. do u know why? bet u dun. haha fuck i've been at this for 45 mins already. and i still havent finish typing. and going thru it i probably would haf summarised everything i said in 3 words (LOAD OF BULLCRAP) but really 1 word (BULLSHIT) would haf done the job perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. no dinner and no karaoke tonight. even though it's my last day but just cant drag myself out. i'll be heading home after school. so i'm sorry. BUT guys seriously i don't mean this sorry. i just CBF going out with u guys. coz i just wrecked my own life in the split of a second. cool or? so wat do u call a guy without ego or pride or reason or honour? i ditched my principles for something that comes with serious doubt. this is when some1 askes u. "dude, holy crap! where r ur nuts?" , then u'll be like "ha. god knows. probably hiding in doramon's bag". and then i'll be asking " wtf r u 2 on about? god u guys have such a bad sense of humour." ok now u would be wondering, wtf am i talking about. well we got 1 thing in common then. coz i would tell u. i'm wondering the very same thing. so nah seriously. wat am i on about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chances never came easy. but can i ask for 1 more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Ransom ; Escape The Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sending shivers right down your spine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's something that you're prone to so divine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were better at lies (I was never surprised)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the way that it felt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now feel the blade (I was always insane)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're the one that needs help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quick!) We have the ransom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Below!) There's no more chances &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me now that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathing slowly never worked for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cut the throat of betrayal to watch him bleed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a poetic sonnet passion that I scream to the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tearing up I feel your love don't leave me behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a poetic sonnet passion that I scream to the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tearing up I feel your love please don't leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smell of vanity went away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I followed streetlights till I wound up at your place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We traced our veins (we bled for days) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The current was strong enough tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can taste any more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It lasted on my tongue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You weren't strong enough to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quick!) We have the ransom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Below!) There's no more chances &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me now that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grab my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take this down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and bury it in the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talked to you today &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard the tremble in your voice cradle the fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you'll never change so please just hold on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hard for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard to understand betrayal within &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is a fine line between betrayal (betrayal) and your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me how that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quick!) We have the ransom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me how that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs&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/30587318-116310213138291802?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116310213138291802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116310213138291802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116310213138291802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116310213138291802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-my-consolation-silverstein.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116304043944579853</id><published>2006-11-09T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:07:12.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Any Time Any Day ; Five Times August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U don't know how u touch my life.&lt;br /&gt;In so many ways i just can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;U taught me what love is suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's all the little things that makes u beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seesshhh... seriously guys. I don't get wtf u all r emo about. it's like u pass tat stage then u came back and try to go thru it all over again. looking for trouble or wat? and becoz u all r emo and by consoling u all u end up sayin stuff tat make me emo. -.- there r just some unsaid unverified taboos. anws forget the shit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see. there's today. there's tomorrow. then there's i'm back in singapore! guess who's the person i wan to see the most? haha. that song's for u. What Makes You Different Makes You Beautiful. and do we really haf to watch korean drama series? o.0 i watch chinese i already dun understand. now korean. i tink u gonna take a long long time explaining to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116304043944579853?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116304043944579853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116304043944579853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116304043944579853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116304043944579853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-any-time-any-day-five-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116295391200234880</id><published>2006-11-08T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:12:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Soul Meets Body ; Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO so so. This is it. Today shall be remained in a druken stupor with a partial high on marijuna and lots of tobacco. Well cant blame me since it's so fucking god damn boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't bother bout the gibberish tat comes out from my mouth today. I don't know half the shit i'm saying. Anws if u dun like it and wan to make a comment. This is for ur info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/08112006069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't give a fuck wat u think. Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116295391200234880?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116295391200234880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116295391200234880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116295391200234880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116295391200234880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-soul-meets-body-death-cab.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116289007060781837</id><published>2006-11-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:01:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Heaven Help Us ; My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an unreleased song by MCR. and without doubt it's pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the most curry and vegetables in a single meal during dinner in my entire life. We went to a thai restaurant. 6 of us. Had green pad, red pad, yellow pad and munung pad, btw pad here refers to curry. Had fish, beef, chicken and coconut rice with a hell lot of vegetables. god and i hate tat green and white stuff that's suppose to be nutritious for u. Complimented with 2 bottles of merlot and a bottle of jack daniel's. great dinner! one of the best i ever had in aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i changed my flight earlier so i can get back on sat nite. hope tis pleases both sides. so guys we'll haf a drink up tat nite at my place and so u can let me off on sunday without whining. haha. love u's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116289007060781837?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116289007060781837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116289007060781837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116289007060781837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116289007060781837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-heaven-help-us-my-chemical.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116278792836934158</id><published>2006-11-06T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:38:48.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Disenchanted ; My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr Sean Homebound was made into Cuddle Bear. No diff from a soft toy. -.- lol. Just spent 10 mins washing off all tat lipstick from my face. So today. 6th of Nov i got the most number of kisses and hugs in a day ever in my entire life. lol. I guess this is it guys. It's goodbye (hopefully not forever by most likely forever). haha. Sorry i had to leave so soon. But there's some1 i really really gotta see. haha. Sorry but i guess the fact is tat u guys juz dun matter tat much. lol. Harsh but true :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is for u guys. Sweetest goodbye by Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And with a tear in my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I ever did receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the sweestest goodbye that i ever did receive. thanks guys. U knoe i still love u all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 will be this friday with my business class. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116278792836934158?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116278792836934158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116278792836934158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116278792836934158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116278792836934158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-disenchanted-my-chemical.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116272979164155714</id><published>2006-11-05T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:29:51.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening : We Might Fall ; Ryan Star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that we are older, i remember you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing that you'd show me all the things that i must do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that we are older, i remember you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that we are closer, we're close to finding truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to type be4 i open the IE. after logging into my blog and staring at tis screen. i'm at an utter lost for words. Mayb all i wanted to ever say was not to say anything at all. This world was never really meant for all of us in the 1st place. And now i don't even understand what i'm saying. hmm mayb it's karma. i'm paying back for all the mistakes i made. All the wrongs i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be, or not to be, that is the question -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more; and by a sleep to say we end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The head-ache and the thousand natural shocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That flesh is heir to- 'tis a consummation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To sleep, perhance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Must give us pause. There's the respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That makes calamity of so long life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The insolence of office , and the spurns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When he himself might his quietus make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To grunt and sweat under a weary life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But that the dread of something after death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The undiscovered country from whose bourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No traveller returns, puzzles the will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And makes us rather bear those ills we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Than fly to others that we know not of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thus consience does make cowards of us all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And thus the native hue of resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And enterprises of great pitch and moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With this regard their currents turn awry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And lose the name of action. Nymph, in thy orisons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be all my sins remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By art thou death fear? Just regrets of leaving those undone. By the pangs of time we are expected to meet thy goals. That expected of us are but restrictions by nature's law that is said to be basic requirements of a substantial life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb all i ever wanted to hear were 3 simple words.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb all i ever wanted to see was nothing more than 3 simple letters.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb all i ever wanted to feel was nothing more than 3 simple actions.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb we would have known nothing more than 3 short months.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb it all ends with 3 simple people.&lt;br /&gt;Saying 3 simple things.&lt;br /&gt;Doing 3 simple actions.&lt;br /&gt;Walking 3 different ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116272979164155714?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116272979164155714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116272979164155714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116272979164155714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116272979164155714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-we-might-fall-ryan-star-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116270005126001254</id><published>2006-11-05T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:14:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Clear To Pass ; Antiskeptic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear every1 arnd me is turning gay. zzz. This was my convo with nik on msn earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nik: Wait before i go tell me you love me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sean: Wtf! ok you love me nik. go go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nik: No! tell me YOU love ME. not literally you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sean: Yes! i knoe. YOU love ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nik: FUK! tell me i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sean: okok. u love me. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nik: ..... SAY " I LOVE YOU " to me! say it you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sean: "I LOVE YOU" to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nik: fucker, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sean: lol! bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nik: AND EH  i was thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUK he damn naggy rite? say wan go off still keep talkin. zzz... fuk man. and wat's wrong with all of u? i said i dun bend that way! anws the rest of the convo is *censored*... boring boring weekend. i dun wan anymore boring weekends! it's like a bird that its wings has been clipped together and can't fly anymore! RAH! i need to go shopping shopping and shopping and shopping! And hun wished me happy bdae 4 days be4 my bdae. -.-! bet is coz later she scared she forget by the time my bdae. so wish me now. lol! rite hun? rite rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116270005126001254?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116270005126001254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116270005126001254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116270005126001254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116270005126001254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-clear-to-pass-antiskeptic-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116263220850042027</id><published>2006-11-04T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:23:28.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Lonely Ones ; Rise Electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can i live, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can i die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y do i feel this all the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyword i say is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just want to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be the lonely one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that i juz CBF about everything. i'm just trying to hide. Everyday i question my heart. Y izit still hurting? I don't care to see u again. The torture was more than the moment i was with u.&lt;br /&gt;The pressure is more than i can take. Now that i'm gone u knoe wat u've done. U've turn me into ur disease. Like into my eyes. Tell it in my face. It was never worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz dyed my hair black. and it's seriously black now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116263220850042027?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116263220850042027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116263220850042027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116263220850042027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116263220850042027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-lonely-ones-rise-electric.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116252116528311684</id><published>2006-11-03T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:32:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Losing My Religion ; Ryan Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had a crap messed up weird day. I woke up really really late coz my alarm din go off and i only had 10 mins to get ready shower and everything then rushed to the exam hall. when i was getting ready. i knocked my cup over and spilled coffee all over my table. but i was in such a hurry i din even clean it up and went out. Got to skool and i had to do exam which be4 i even looked at the paper i knew i was gonna do crap. and i was so so so sleepy. wat a crap mood to be in. Then after the exam i missed the bus to go home. zzzzz. had to wait an hour for the next bus. then on the bus. i saw the queerest shit ever. On the bus i saw a drunkard who was swearing to himself juz abt every 5 secs, 2 girls tat were like 8 and were full on making out like kissing and touching all over. and tis other girl tat's like 18 who was full on singing really loudly and going psycho. bet she was on dope. geez. wat's the world coming to. though it's common to see drunkards but not like during midday. zzz. and 8 year old lesbians? puts me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't my day juz been great? some1 tell me it is. zzz. i'm off to sleep. dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's me in the corner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's me in the spotlight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing my religion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to keep up with u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know if i can do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no i've said too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't said at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that i heard you laughing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that i heard you say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think i thought i saw u change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was just a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To try cry why try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was just a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think it's all but a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116252116528311684?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116252116528311684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116252116528311684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116252116528311684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116252116528311684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-losing-my-religion-ryan-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116243368670386036</id><published>2006-11-02T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:52:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : Cancer ; My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams tomorrow again! fuk. And guess wat i juz got my army enlistment letter. omg fuk. zzzzzz. SOME1 GIVE ME A GOD DAMN BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to sleep. and for some reason or another all my frenz r like turning into fucking gays and spammers. so let me say this again.&lt;br /&gt;I get wat u're saying so juz say it once! and stop gaying with me! i dun bend tat way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116243368670386036?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116243368670386036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116243368670386036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116243368670386036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116243368670386036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-cancer-my-chemical-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116236875988783071</id><published>2006-11-01T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:12:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : House of Wolves ; My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz got home from 2 exams today. omg. fucking tired and brain dead. tat's 4 down and 3 to go.  7 days to my birthday and 11 days to homecoming. OMG cant wait. so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so guess wat. we were talking abt pick up lines todae again. haha. and all pick up lines r BS. besides tis one most original most straight-forward and most effective 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nice shoes. Wanna fuck?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok back to the exams. for economics. i din knoe half the shit i was writing. lol! seriously who the fuck studies tis shit? it's like history in money terms. zzz. stupid huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This world is realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing but materialistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything is plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ain't it just fantastic?&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/30587318-116236875988783071?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116236875988783071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116236875988783071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116236875988783071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116236875988783071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-house-of-wolves-my-chemical.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116229410878570564</id><published>2006-10-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:29:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : One Last Breath ; Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm looking down now that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reflecting on all of my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somewhere in His grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cried out heaven save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And with it let me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That maybe six feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i'm really done to one last breath. To do this all. Crying out to heaven to save me. So let me say. I'm sick of all this shit. Sick of these fucking paper. Sick of missing every1. Sick of this fucking country. Sick of u. Sick of me. So please come hold me now. I might be six feet from the edge but it feels like i'm six feet over the edge. Each min drains me more mentally, physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to be so helpless. I knoe it all. So much u wan to do yet u cant do. Y r we all tied down by responsibilities tat hurt us? Don't we all only live once? Tat's y it makes life so valuable and wonderful. So y arent we living it the way we wan to all the time? 9-5 jobs, school, all the unworthy desires like money, pointless waste of time like infatuations, tied down by all these liabilities. God save tis world. People shld start breaking out of their fucking nutshells and think. Every1 is juz following a system right now. What diff r they from robots then? Am i the only 1 thinking straight?! But wtf am i doing then? Thinking straight yet i haf to follow tis fucked up trend to survive. Fuck our ancestors. Who said the current way every1 is living is the right way to go about tis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be like king. And every1 follow me. Coz i'm the right way as to how to lead our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116229410878570564?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116229410878570564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116229410878570564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116229410878570564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116229410878570564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-one-last-breath-creed-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116219060789350825</id><published>2006-10-30T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:11:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening : My Chemical Romance ; The Sharpest Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's exam was hmm. relatively easy. haha. i tink i did fairly well but could haf done better. Fuck i tink i got food poisoning. Haha had the most sexist arguement over lunch today with karen hazel and pauline. and as usual guys always win! haha. zzz. omg and i cant stop listening to MCR's songs. and i juz finished my new song. titled : Death's Apology.&lt;br /&gt;God i love this song. The Sharpest Lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well it rains and it pours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When your out on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I crash on the couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can I sleep in my clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause I've spent the night dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm drunk, I suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If it looks like I'm laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm really just asking to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This alone, you're in time for the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're the one that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the one that you loathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause I love all the poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Away with the boys in the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've really been on a bender and it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a shot to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you can take all the pain away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A kiss and I will surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A light to burn all the empires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In love with all of these vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you can leave like the sane abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a place in the dark where the animals go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo&lt;br /&gt;I've really been on a bender and it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give me a shot to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you can take all the pain away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A kiss and I will surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A light to burn all the empiresS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In love with all of these vampiresS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o you can leave like the sane abandoned me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x2]&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/30587318-116219060789350825?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116219060789350825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiQ77oyLy9s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiQ77oyLy9s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;br /&gt;Starving for truth&lt;br /&gt;Closer where i Started&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;letting go of all i've held onto&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116205159577997216?l=getthefukoutofmylife.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-30587318.post-116195132642602463</id><published>2006-10-27T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:18:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening : Paramore ; Emergency&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn new cliches everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man's words prove his worth.&lt;br /&gt;If there is no honour in tat,&lt;br /&gt;how honourable the man be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should think of happiness as ephemeral&lt;br /&gt;and not seek to find it as a permanent state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one's unhappiness is generated by social comparisons,&lt;br /&gt;then instead of comparing oneself wth the rich and famous,&lt;br /&gt;one should be content to count one's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These r the few i thought of and wrote in my exams today. so proud of myself. haha. but seriously there r not giving us enough time! i wrote till there were inprints of the pen on my finger from the constant tight grip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long i took for the essays, or rather i had to write the essay.&lt;br /&gt;1st essay - 75 mins&lt;br /&gt;2nd essay - 45 mins&lt;br /&gt;3rd essay - 35 mins&lt;br /&gt;4th essay - 20 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea i tink i got wrecked bad in tat exam. fuked upside down inside out sideways up. Fuk VCAA!&lt;br /&gt;Dickheads run VCAA. Cant u guys fukin gif us more time? could haf wrote like at least 3000 words an essay if i had the time, but no, there isnt enough time! gotta summarize it to like 1000 words each and a detailed essay is expected. God r u guys fukin stupid or something? to tink some of the people on the board holds masters and phds. It seems like u guys haf learned nothing! Go back to skool and i'll teach u how to run the board of studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl we just need faith, trust and a little pixie dust and things will work out just fine! (:&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/30587318-116195132642602463?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116195132642602463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116195132642602463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116195132642602463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116195132642602463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-paramore-emergency-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116184317047951221</id><published>2006-10-26T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:37:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening : Chariot ; Escape The Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. reading the fucking hamlet's soliloquies. God shakespeare soul should burn in hell. How am i gonna remember it to fucking quote it in my exam? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ay so, God bye to you. Now i am alone,&lt;br /&gt;O what a rogue and peasent slave am I!&lt;br /&gt;Is it not monstrous that this player here,&lt;br /&gt;But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,&lt;br /&gt;Could force his soul to his own conceit&lt;br /&gt;That from her working all his visage wanned,&lt;br /&gt;Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,&lt;br /&gt;A broken voice, and his whole function suiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Hercuba!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's Hercuba to him, or he to Hercuba,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he should weep for her? What would he do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had he the motive and cue for passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That i Have? He would drown the stage with tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make mad the guilty and appal the free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like John-a-dreams, inpregnent of my cause,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And can say nothing - no, not for a king,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon whose property and most dear life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tweaks me by th'nose, gives me the lie i'th'throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As deeps as to the lungs? Who does me this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha, 'swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i am pigeon-livered, and lack gall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make oppression bitter, or ere this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should ha' fatted all the region kites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, vengeance!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some1 tell me how i'm gonna remember this? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116184317047951221?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116184317047951221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116184317047951221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116184317047951221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116184317047951221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/listening-chariot-escape-fate-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116176918302947636</id><published>2006-10-25T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:40:35.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening: Lukas Rossi ; Greatest Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did i ever say i fall in love with u.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving u was the greatest day of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;exams starting soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116176918302947636?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116176918302947636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116176918302947636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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weeks! and i'm not looking forward to it. zzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116149561335530032?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116149561335530032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116149561335530032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116149561335530032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116149561335530032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-dream-abt-my-family-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116136797938984417</id><published>2006-10-21T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:12:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/IMG_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/IMG_0114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/IMG_0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here r some pics from the cosplay. i'll upload the rest once i got them. zzz. off to slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116136797938984417?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116136797938984417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116136797938984417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116136797938984417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116136797938984417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-r-some-pics-from-cosplay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116135190974192407</id><published>2006-10-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:45:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz got back from camp tis morning. really tired. i'll update and post the photos soon. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116135190974192407?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116135190974192407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116135190974192407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116135190974192407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116135190974192407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/juz-got-back-from-camp-tis-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116110030479318037</id><published>2006-10-17T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:51:44.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEESSSSHHHHHHH...... i juz got seriously totally B.M-ED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS STARTING TO REALLY REALLY PISS ME OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116110030479318037?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116110030479318037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116110030479318037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116110030479318037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116110030479318037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/seesssshhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116097322618761257</id><published>2006-10-16T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:33:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick and tired of trying. i'm juz gonna stick to my bleach for the time being. haha.anothe like 70 episodes to go! woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116097322618761257?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116097322618761257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116097322618761257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116097322618761257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116097322618761257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/sick-and-tired-of-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116088760302606632</id><published>2006-10-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:46:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116088760302606632?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116088760302606632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116088760302606632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116088760302606632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116088760302606632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/h-n-g-o-v-e-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116080074342451191</id><published>2006-10-14T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:39:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to buy a straight jacket! tat's next on my shopping list. haha. but the thing is. where am i gonna get it? any1 knows? anws i'm going soon. juz woke up. damn tired. i haf heaps of studying to do. but i juz CBF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116080074342451191?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116080074342451191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116080074342451191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116080074342451191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116080074342451191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-buy-straight-jacket-tats.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116063996308869723</id><published>2006-10-12T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:59:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD it's like fucking 38 degrees now. i'm wearing a boxer shorts only and i'm vapourizing. and like 2 days back it was like 10 degrees. -.- wat's wrong with the fucking weather. todae's skool was shit. i went to skool and had to do a maths test and another business module sac. zzzzzz. so tat was 4 hrs of skool. then 3 hrs lunch break with lots of ice coffee and swimming at the beach! haha. i tink i got sun burned. 0.o my skin hurtz. anws. i miss conn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116063996308869723?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116063996308869723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116063996308869723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116063996308869723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116063996308869723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-its-like-fucking-38-degrees-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116053433880628837</id><published>2006-10-11T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:38:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from serious fatigue and insomnia at the same time. zzz. last nite was the 3rd sleepless and dreamless nite. i tried lying on my bed at like 12. and i only went to slp at like 5. wtf man. and the teacher called me todae. tat's strike 3 on my list. haha. crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116053433880628837?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116053433880628837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116053433880628837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116053433880628837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116053433880628837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-suffering-from-serious-fatigue-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116045043763989834</id><published>2006-10-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:20:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuk i still cant sleep properly. i tot of the song and tune when i was like half asleep. but now i dun rmb it! omg. zzzzzzzzz. 2 weeks left till i graduate! cant wait! woohoo. 2 years gonna be over soon. cmon days pass faster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116036405867966853</id><published>2006-10-09T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:20:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously. i hate anon ppl tagging my blog. dare to say or ask something. then dare to tell me ur name. at least i knoe who is asking or saying something. it's juz stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. i'm feeling so crap todae. my eyes and head hurts and my body's aching. need so much slp. but i juz cant seem to fall asleep. and no i'm not feeling emo or anything. i juz cant fukin slp! geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok got alot of studying to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116036405867966853?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116036405867966853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116036405867966853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116036405867966853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116036405867966853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116030893942340616</id><published>2006-10-08T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:02:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think tat nik has some serious female hormones in him. -.- zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago he said he was gonna eat. then he came back on msn.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: wah fuk u take so long to eat. fukin guniang.&lt;br /&gt;Teo: ya la. faster let's play.&lt;br /&gt;Nik: eh i havent eat lei.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: wtf u knnnbccbhggbp#%$#^%&amp;^*%&amp;(*&lt;br /&gt;Sean: wat haf u been doing all this while?&lt;br /&gt;Teo: fuk u nik&lt;br /&gt;Nik: eh i go eat now. father kb already.&lt;br /&gt;now an hour later again. he still havent fukin eat finish. zzzzzz. fuk u nik! u're worst than teo. 3 hrs on a cab to get from dairy farm to bukit tiamh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116030893942340616?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116030893942340616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116030893942340616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116030893942340616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116030893942340616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-starting-to-think-tat-nik-has-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116022922798823922</id><published>2006-10-07T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:53:48.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I owned tis clown in my dream! woohoo! like fukin kicked tat clown's ass man. fukin gif me a nightmare. haha. i woke up and i was sweating so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went over to my fren's place for her bdae party. i went over. wished her happy bdae. and i ended up playing winning eleven 9 wid her bro. haha. for like 2 hrs then i went home. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot i quit politics awhile back already. suddenly overnight i'm having to deal with so much politics again. but well it's keep me occupied and entertained. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116022922798823922?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116022922798823922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116022922798823922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116022922798823922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116022922798823922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-owned-tis-clown-in-my-dream-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116012876622602883</id><published>2006-10-06T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:59:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last nite i dreamt abt playin soccer. then nite be4 i dreamt abt playin bball. haha. hmm. abt time to stop skipping classes and going to the beach. lol. and my appetite today is really good. after being starved ytd over those 2 incidents. fahhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more piercings. and i'll be done. can't wait. and i'm screwed for my methods exams!! hoho. i killing so many brain cells trying to do it yet i still dun understand.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tat fukin vintage cellars better haf my absinthe when i go there. if not i'm so gonna kill some1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116012876622602883?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116012876622602883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116012876622602883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116012876622602883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116012876622602883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-nite-i-dreamt-abt-playin-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-116003749067159485</id><published>2006-10-05T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:47:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is such a bad day.</title><content type='html'>Today has been such a fukin bad day. zzz. during the 1st break time inbetween lectures today, i was eating bread. and my fren starts showing me a video of a beheading, followed by heaps of images and videos of dead ppl. i was like wtf man. the worst part is tat u're eating and u dun wan to look at it but u gotta coz u're curious. and it wrecked my appetite. then when i went for lunch wid a group of frenz, we got kfc take away and were walking arnd the plaza. then when 1 of my frenz went to get smokes, the rest of us set on tis bench and ate. a old woman pushing tis young girl in the supermarket trolley, starting pushing very fast and stopped like right beside us. then the fukin girl puked like 10 cm away from me. when i was fukin eating! and the fukin white bitch doesnt even sae sori. juz gifs me the stare when i walked away. fukin hoe. wat's wrong wid all the fukin people todae!woohoo to top it off. i gotta fukin shift soon and i hurt my knee walking up the stairs at home! fuk tis. and fuk all of u for spoiling my appetite. r u like fukin stupid u fukin fuks? I'll fukin kill all u fuks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-116003749067159485?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116003749067159485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=116003749067159485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116003749067159485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/116003749067159485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-is-such-bad-day.html' title='Today is such a bad day.'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115994239046918807</id><published>2006-10-04T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:13:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 months 1week 3 days 17 hrs 22 mins.&lt;br /&gt;That's how long we've been in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;We do our daily routines of hydrating, suiting up and suiting down.&lt;br /&gt;It gets so boring that we can't wait to go out and kill something.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we have target practices against a granite wall.&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves around masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;Running drills.&lt;br /&gt;Further masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about our girlfriends and wives getting fucked by other guys.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by even further masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;Live of a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115994239046918807?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115994239046918807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115994239046918807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115994239046918807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115994239046918807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/9-months-1week-3-days-17-hrs-22-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115993298278849249</id><published>2006-10-04T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:21:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the hospital instead of school today. rah. seriously my mind has gotta gif me some rest. i havent been slp-ing well! omg. fatigue's catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negligence kills it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling shunned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115993298278849249?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115993298278849249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115993298278849249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115993298278849249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115993298278849249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-hospital-instead-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115988262937786308</id><published>2006-10-03T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:37:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying has been keeping me occupied. but every like half an hour my mind starts drifting off again. fuk and tat pisses me off so bad. zzz. when i get back to the question i juz forget where i left off and haf to read over again. and yea todae. the lecturer ticked me off again. -.- fukin dick. askin me if i got a lollipop. wtf man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115988262937786308?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115988262937786308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115988262937786308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115988262937786308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115988262937786308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/studying-has-been-keeping-me-occupied.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115979189086254204</id><published>2006-10-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:27:43.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts Tomorrow! OMG!</title><content type='html'>Man school starts tml. wat a bore. boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. and the most stupid thing is tis fukin skool term is 12 skool days! omg wtf man. wat a waste of my time. zzzzzz. might as well gif me the exams straight. wasting my time then stretching the exams over 3 weeks. -.- y dun they put all in a week. zzzzzz. stupid school! and i bet when i go to skool tml i'm juz gonna keep gettin yelled at by the lecturers. fukin lecturer doesnt like me. bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115979189086254204?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115979189086254204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115979189086254204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115979189086254204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115979189086254204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-starts-tomorrow-omg.html' title='School Starts Tomorrow! OMG!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115968564842903717</id><published>2006-10-01T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:54:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the 1st of oct! woohoo. tis year passed kinda slow actually. but it's been 1 of the best years of my life ever. even though i hate aus. there r a few other factors tat out weighs it so significently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing:&lt;br /&gt;18th april... I talked to her for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;16th september... we went out for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;16th september... bought flowers for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;16th september... smoked sheshe for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;17th september... went to serangoon gardens for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;17th september... went to tis hougang place for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;19th september... went to chomp chomp for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;21st september... caught up wid bros tat i havent seen for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;24th september... missed my flight for the 1st time.(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying:&lt;br /&gt;Many many more days like tis where every1 is tight.&lt;br /&gt;No more conflicts between bros.(sick of it)&lt;br /&gt;Dan's side and alan side to get together again.(cmon guys. y do i always haf to be the middle man?)&lt;br /&gt;being able to see u every min every sec of the day everyday. (shld knoe who u refers to)&lt;br /&gt;HC (Homebound Catastrophe) to do well. (to start off guys! start learning ur instruments!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wish i was a genius so i dun haf to study and do well for my exams. lol. (kidding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115968564842903717?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115968564842903717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115968564842903717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115968564842903717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115968564842903717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-1st-of-oct-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115962054216374457</id><published>2006-09-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:49:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl i juz wan to tell u. it's really good to hear ur voice sayin my name. it sounds so sweet. from the lips of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;i've made mistakes i'm juz a man.&lt;br /&gt;there were times i've been selfish, demanding. times i pissed u off so bad. times tat i din even knoe wat i was doin. i guess i juz wan to let u knoe tat i'm waiting here rite now. i'll gif u all the time i haf in the world.&lt;br /&gt;i've been kinda upset over stuff the past few days. but now. i'm above all tat. (:&lt;br /&gt;If u read tis. i juz wan u to knoe i love u and i'm waiting for u. no matter how long u take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115962054216374457?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115962054216374457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115962054216374457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115962054216374457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115962054216374457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/girl-i-juz-wan-to-tell-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115961195585478027</id><published>2006-09-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:50:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a memo to myself. Dun read it if u're not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. now. &lt;br /&gt;i understand how it feels like. &lt;br /&gt;i understand the grounds i'm standing on.&lt;br /&gt;i understand where i'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;i understand where i'm heading.&lt;br /&gt;i understand where it leads to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i wan to knoe is.&lt;br /&gt;where u're coming from.&lt;br /&gt;where ure heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i haf.&lt;br /&gt;tis heart&lt;br /&gt;tis soul&lt;br /&gt;every single breath&lt;br /&gt;every ounce of energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i dun haf YET. lol.&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;juz abt every other superficial needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wat i wan is as clear as crystal glass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115961195585478027?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115961195585478027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115961195585478027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115961195585478027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115961195585478027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-memo-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115959744581427463</id><published>2006-09-30T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T14:24:05.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october</title><content type='html'>once october starts. it's gonna be study study study everyday. wooo... i'm so "looking" forward to tat. so exciting. zzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115959744581427463?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115959744581427463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115959744581427463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115959744581427463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115959744581427463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/october.html' title='october'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115950722497514416</id><published>2006-09-29T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:22:31.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips of an angel</title><content type='html'>Lips of an angel- Hinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you calling me so late &lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now &lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you crying is everything okay &lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud &lt;br /&gt;Well, my girls in the next room &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you &lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on &lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet &lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel &lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak &lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight &lt;br /&gt;And yes I've dreamt of you too &lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me &lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight &lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue &lt;br /&gt;Well my girls in the next room &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you &lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on &lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet &lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel &lt;br /&gt;Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak &lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet &lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel &lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak &lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel &lt;br /&gt;(And I never wanna say goodbye) &lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it so hard to be faithful &lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel &lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you calling me so late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6w8PGFawNc8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6w8PGFawNc8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115950722497514416?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115950722497514416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115950722497514416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115950722497514416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115950722497514416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/lips-of-angel.html' title='Lips of an angel'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115941608567301612</id><published>2006-09-28T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:01:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i'm feeling down i visit my sister's blog. there's a link there. to me it's the most depressing music ever. it's called white paradise. it's so depressing tat it becomes soothing. sorta like music to tears. each time u sit there in the middle of the nite alone crying, listen to it. it links all ur senses and emotions. takes everything out of ur heart for tat moment u're listening to it. as u feel those warm tears stream down ur cheeks on a cold winther nite. then open u're eyes and haf a look arnd u. rmb tat no 1 is ever always there for u. when ppl sae they r always gonna be there, tat's pure BS. there r many ppl to share ur hopes and dreams with once ur rich and famous. but now? fuk it. tell them something more than once they'll find u irritating. juz tat they've nv said it in ur face. but they do behind ur back. i dun wan to say anymore. but juz for ur info i see things further than u tink. i can differentiate black frm white even if it isnt in front of me. similarly how ur actions nv match ur words. or how u're mood nv matches who u're with. a smile doesnt come up when it shld. words r not soothing. actions not loving. each phrase or action carries a certain amt of undescribable hurt tat cuts deep and leaves a scar. sorta like the hair i haf now. after awhile the colour fades. and wat's left is nuttin but the bleached colour. which is no difference frm hollowness. a hollowness that haunts u every second every minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115941608567301612?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115941608567301612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115941608567301612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115941608567301612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115941608567301612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-im-feeling-down-i-visit-my_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115932601426582490</id><published>2006-09-27T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:00:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tired.</title><content type='html'>i'm so so so tired. whole body's aching. filled wid fatigue. down with a cold. everytime i sneeze i forget something i wan to do. fffffffffaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115932601426582490?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115932601426582490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115932601426582490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115932601426582490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115932601426582490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-tired.html' title='i&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115932578476613001</id><published>2006-09-27T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:56:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the what it's ladylike</title><content type='html'>I’m sorry bout my girl&lt;br /&gt;Little center of the universe&lt;br /&gt;Access turns the world&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a jet to get to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way she moves attracts all kinds of focus&lt;br /&gt;From all the other rule&lt;br /&gt;She’s not ladylike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do do do yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s big, and proud, &lt;br /&gt;And she knows what the world is about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the what is ladylike if ladies like to do what the what they’re like just like you. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah just like you, &lt;br /&gt;Look out there and contend on another,&lt;br /&gt;What the what is ladylike if ladies like to do what the what they’re like just like you. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah just like you&lt;br /&gt;Look out there and contend on the…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees&lt;br /&gt;On all fours, &lt;br /&gt;From underneath &lt;br /&gt;Hear&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the what is ladylike if ladies like to do what the what they’re like just like you,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah just like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115932578476613001?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115932578476613001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115932578476613001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115932578476613001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115932578476613001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-what-its-ladylike.html' title='What the what it&apos;s ladylike'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115917647091934757</id><published>2006-09-25T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:27:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/24092006035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/24092006035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/24092006040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/24092006040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/24092006042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/24092006042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/24092006041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/24092006041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/24092006036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/24092006036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in aus again now. argh. tis time i came back wid some many other things on my mind. i had the best time during tis hols.started of the hols wid a great dinner then shesha. and ending it wid lots of swimming and food. had the best of the city kind of life and the more home oriented kind of life. accompanied by my best frenz and also my band mates. and also a very impt person in my life now. the feeling is like tat. u've long for tis thing. and over a span of a week. u get thrown all u desired. but it all goes as fast as it comes. u wan to grap hold of it all yet u cant hold on to anything. and being unsure tat it might juz all change by the time u get back. yet there's nuttin much to be done besides sit there and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playin on the piano hearing sad songs tat makes u tink of times u felt loved. till now i still dun tink tat time is the measurement for love. ask me how i could haf fell in love wid u? it would haf taken longer than tat. but how do u make 9 days seem like we've known each other for a long time? i din haf half a yr. all i had was 9 days to show u my world and how the world would be like. unless i laid all my cards on the table. i wont be able to show u anything. i already did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always hated cooked vege! now i actually miss ur mum's cabbage soup. lol. if u're gonna ask me how i love u without knowing u? well. the past doesnt matter does it? u cant change ur past. all tat matter is the present and the future. all tat matters to me starts from the moment i knoe u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115917647091934757?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115917647091934757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115917647091934757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115917647091934757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115917647091934757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-aus-again-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115901385040018867</id><published>2006-09-23T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:17:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm goin back to aus tml!!! I'm goin to miss every1. ): especially conn. ytd was erm. tiring. lol. it's crap! man. i realli cant bear to leave her. u said u'll wait for me to get back. i realli hope so hun. and u look so cute in specs!! lol. and i juz cant believe u can sleep tis morning with a blanket when it was so hot! it was like a frikin sauna. tis week has been SIMPLY GREAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115901385040018867?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115901385040018867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115901385040018867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115901385040018867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115901385040018867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-goin-back-to-aus-tml-im-goin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115885634207861805</id><published>2006-09-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:32:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thursday of the week be4 i go back to aus! omg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/21092006032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/21092006032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/21092006030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/21092006030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/21092006028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/21092006028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/21092006033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/21092006033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to dye my hair! woohoo! i miss connie now! luv u! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115885634207861805?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115885634207861805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115885634207861805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115885634207861805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115885634207861805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-of-week-be4-i-go-back-to-aus.html' title='The thursday of the week be4 i go back to aus! omg'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115872633017079040</id><published>2006-09-20T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:25:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here r the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/19092006019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/19092006019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/19092006018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/19092006018.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/19092006022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/19092006022.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/19092006020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/19092006020.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/19092006021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/19092006021.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite was shesha again! and dinner was great. hun looked really sick last nite on the way home. i'm worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas Rossi - Supernova's vocalist now after winning rockstar. has the best song headspin! gotta listen to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115872633017079040?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115872633017079040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115872633017079040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115872633017079040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115872633017079040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-r-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115859840682732448</id><published>2006-09-19T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:53:26.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th september 2006</title><content type='html'>Today we went to cartel to study. lol we studied for like 1/2 and hour and every1 juz wandered off doin all sorts of things. talkin, listening to music, readin mags and no 1 was really studyin. lol. tat was the 1st study session and it was a "failure" lol. then we went kbox after tat. at hougang plaza. which was filled wid ah bengs. like literally flooded wid them. lol. the atmosphere was sorta weird. then i had cabbage soup at hun's place. omg cant believe i actually drank tat. it's like so not me. :p to think i used to pick the bean sprouts out of like noodles. lol. con's mum and uncle was nice. (: dan was thinkin of a band name the whole day. and guess wat. he came up with the idea of black roses. lol. tat sounds so zzzz. the thing i dun get is wat's so funny wid him? lol. con and yvonne was like laughing at him everytime they looked at him. ah where to go tml? sg's boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115859840682732448?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115859840682732448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115859840682732448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115859840682732448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115859840682732448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/18th-september-2006.html' title='18th september 2006'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115851287820822190</id><published>2006-09-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:07:58.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice flowers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/SP_A4470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/SP_A4470.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/SP_A4475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/320/SP_A4475.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice flowers hun? lol. they're suppose to be black!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115851287820822190?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115851287820822190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115851287820822190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115851287820822190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115851287820822190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-flowers.html' title='Nice flowers?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115851220167031594</id><published>2006-09-18T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:56:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th september 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/16092006008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/16092006008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/16092006007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/16092006007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/16092006005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/16092006005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Sahara last nite. at boat quay. it was the best ever. though it was like an indian bar. lol. really enjoyed myself. we had 'white russian' which tasted like bailey's tequilla tat tasted like " evian water gone bad and seesha! lol seesha was the best. the club was filled wid indians and whites. and we were like the only chinese in there. funny as. bet well it's the 1 day tat i really enjoyed. be4 tat we had dinner at via mar. the served the appetizers after the main course! lol. wat a joke. so connie and i ended up having to hag the main course and appetizers at the same time. lol. thx hun. u gave me the best date i ever had. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115851220167031594?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115851220167031594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115851220167031594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115851220167031594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115851220167031594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/16th-september-2006.html' title='16th september 2006'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115816301130074945</id><published>2006-09-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:56:51.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love</title><content type='html'>My love is like this - Backstreet Boys  'All I Have To Give'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he does to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be there to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a fancy car&lt;br /&gt;To get to you I'd walk a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he buys you nice things&lt;br /&gt;Does his gifts come from the heart?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But if you were my girl&lt;br /&gt;I'd make it so we'd never be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don't think I could live&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give the world to you&lt;br /&gt;But love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you talk (when you talk) does it seem like he's not&lt;br /&gt;Even listening to a word you say?&lt;br /&gt;That's okay babe, just tell me your problems&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to kiss them all away&lt;br /&gt;Does he leave (does he leave) when you need him the most?&lt;br /&gt;Does his friends get all your time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby please&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you... (hey girl) hey girl, I don't want you to cry no more inside&lt;br /&gt;All the money in the world could never add up to all the love&lt;br /&gt;I have inside... I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will give it to you&lt;br /&gt;All I can give, all I can give&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have is for you&lt;br /&gt;But love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don't think I can live&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give the world to you&lt;br /&gt;But love is all I have to give... to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115816301130074945?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115816301130074945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115816301130074945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115816301130074945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115816301130074945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-love.html' title='My love'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115797107769397455</id><published>2006-09-11T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:37:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>OMG!! i'm suffocating. forgot to buy cigs! fuk fuk fuk! dying. the air feels so thin, so hollow so empty now. fuk! it's like i cant breathe and my throat is so uncomfortable! god! lesson learnt. tis will be the last time i forget to buy smokes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115797107769397455?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115797107769397455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115797107769397455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115797107769397455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115797107769397455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115789262762830433</id><published>2006-09-10T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:50:27.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fahh.. i need to get alot alot of new studs. suddenly i realized i've lost abt every single stud. lol. some of which i din even knoe how i lost them. omg. tat's like 100 bux of studs tat i realized was lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115789262762830433?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115789262762830433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115789262762830433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115789262762830433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115789262762830433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/fahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115754838960016592</id><published>2006-09-06T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:13:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIsses</title><content type='html'>I miss connie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss secondary school life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss roti prata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sister&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/30587318-115754838960016592?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115754838960016592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115754838960016592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115754838960016592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115754838960016592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/misses.html' title='MIsses'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115737956364493715</id><published>2006-09-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:26:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115737956364493715?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115737956364493715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115737956364493715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115737956364493715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115737956364493715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/d-e-d-t-i-r-e-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115726455096781209</id><published>2006-09-03T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:22:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><content type='html'>Alrite so we heard preston sensuality speak in our skool. he's good. but reggie dabs is da bomb. like he said he's juz a little chocolate. yet his words touch every single heart in the arena last nite. well if he din one thing for sure is he definately touch mine. we really need to haf a concert like tat in singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115726455096781209?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115726455096781209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115726455096781209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115726455096781209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115726455096781209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115720984864012782</id><published>2006-09-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:10:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth alive is the best!</title><content type='html'>The youth alive concert today was the BOMB!!!! it was like screaming then dancing then moshing then singing then screaming again then more screaming and screaming. so basically my body is wrecked now and i like lost my voice! lol. and we went to haf like an after party after the concert. so there was more singing more dancing more screaming. and tis time there was booze! lol. so to top it up i'm like half drunk now!! :p woohoo so gonna haf a good sleep tonite! oh yeah and i really regret cutting my hair myself. lol. it's like so short and uneven now. :p and tis chick at the concert scratched my face when we were moshing!!! fuk. now i haf a line up my face. zzzzzz....... anws we'll continue tis tml. i'm dead. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115720984864012782?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115720984864012782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115720984864012782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115720984864012782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115720984864012782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/youth-alive-is-best.html' title='Youth alive is the best!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115702484657771227</id><published>2006-08-31T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:47:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115702484657771227?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115702484657771227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115702484657771227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115702484657771227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115702484657771227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115700733148987874</id><published>2006-08-31T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:55:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>i wish i could juz sleep for the rest of tis week. got to skool todae and did 2 test tat i totally forgot abt. then we had a wrestling session. then we played rugby for like to hours. and i feel totally dead now. haf band practise in like 2 hrs time. omg! alrite guys. no more practise tis week! i still haf so much work to do. last nite i was abt to go to sleep and i ended up stayin up online for another 2 hours chatting. but yeah it was worth it. lol. and yeah tis sat's concert. meh juz do a slack 1. i seriously CANT BE STUFFED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115700733148987874?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115700733148987874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115700733148987874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115700733148987874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115700733148987874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired_31.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115695065434184911</id><published>2006-08-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:10:54.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are heros?</title><content type='html'>I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm juz a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has been taught to be a man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115695065434184911?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115695065434184911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115695065434184911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115695065434184911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115695065434184911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-are-heros.html' title='What are heros?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115685074504466091</id><published>2006-08-29T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:25:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/np5Gt4j4_HI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mayb i'm gay. lol! they're hot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115685074504466091?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115685074504466091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115685074504466091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115685074504466091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115685074504466091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/alice-nine_29.html' title='Alice nine'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115676002971751571</id><published>2006-08-28T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:13:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>omg i feel so damn tired todae. been sleeping like a pig the whole dae. best described as physically and mentally drained. lol. GIF ME A BREAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115676002971751571?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115676002971751571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115676002971751571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115676002971751571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115676002971751571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired_28.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115667301813197805</id><published>2006-08-27T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:03:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Kei enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/my%20pics%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/my%20pics%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/my%20pics%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/my%20pics%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/my%20pics%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/my%20pics%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/my%20pics%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/my%20pics%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/1600/my%20pics%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7802/3283/200/my%20pics%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Love the band dress code man! Visual Kei enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115667301813197805?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115667301813197805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115667301813197805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115667301813197805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115667301813197805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/visual-kei-enough.html' title='Visual Kei enough?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115658693598180434</id><published>2006-08-26T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:08:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Ah la. meh. let's all sae random things for the rest of the week. lol. it's been a really random week. la though i tink pick up lines r lame. but i bet none of u can tink of better ones than me!!! :p ahahah especially u nik! u suck. it doesnt mean every girl tat looks at u means she wans u to hit on her! omg. u dumb fuk. lol. tis was wat happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: at the beach&lt;br /&gt;People: Girl(with a bf tat we din knoe was her bf) , and nik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. the girl was lookin at him. and he was like "hey. tat chick is staring at me." and i'm like " u knoe how u get the feeling tat some1 is looking at u when u look at them? when u're like so checking her out. of coz she tends to look over and tink wtf is wrong wid tis guy! lol" and he's like " no no. she's like saying come hit on me!" at tis point i knew it was pointless to say anything. lol. but well i did anyway. " u're hopeless. get a grip. she's saying keep ur flag down u fag. stop checkin me out. u aint got wat it takes. lol"&lt;br /&gt;Well he din believe me so he went over and asked the girl for her number. and her BF WAS RITE BESIDE HER!! lol. i was laughing my head off. well i din quite believe it was her bf. i was juz tinkin tat she's using tat guy to pretend he's her bf to get nik off her back. lol. tat guy look too 'faggoty' to be her bf. well all i can say is she's hot, but not my cup of tea. (: and nik u still suck. lol. u shld listen to me next time. so u wont get bitch slapped again like last week at the loft. lol. and like the other time u almost got ur ass kicked at violet. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115658693598180434?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115658693598180434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115658693598180434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115658693598180434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115658693598180434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115655734453746214</id><published>2006-08-26T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:55:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>crap. the concert is in like 2 hrs time!! and i still havent got my make-up done. crap. how the fuk do u use an eye liner?!!! I'm not tat metro yet! how can u expect me to knoe how to use an eye liner? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115655734453746214?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115655734453746214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115655734453746214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115655734453746214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115655734453746214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115651526140000062</id><published>2006-08-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:54:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat does tis mean?</title><content type='html'>This were her exact words to me. i want a bf. now now now. come back to sg! Pfft as if i can help u? i gotta import somemore absinthe man!! oh yeah she's nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115651526140000062?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115651526140000062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115651526140000062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115651526140000062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115651526140000062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/wat-does-tis-mean.html' title='Wat does tis mean?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115624850915265413</id><published>2006-08-22T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:08:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions week</title><content type='html'>Hey any one else of u out there haf any more confessions to make? hurry up and do it tis week man. i had like so many confessions already. woohoo! dun u juz love it. being kept in the dark? the ignorance? feeling dumb? feeling of being lied to all the while? well i'm simply loving it! any1 else has anymore news to break to me? lay it all out on the table now man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115624850915265413?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115624850915265413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115624850915265413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115624850915265413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115624850915265413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/confessions-week.html' title='Confessions week'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115616605435225189</id><published>2006-08-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:14:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuk man</title><content type='html'>gee for fuk sake. wtf is tis? wtf u all dissing me for when i dun even knoe wtf it's abt. all i had was a dance wid some girl and i haf ppl getting cut and throwing random stuff at me? alrite when typing tis half way i juz found out some shit tat i din knoe had been goin on for like more than a year. god! now i'm feeling so fuked rite up the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115616605435225189?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115616605435225189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115616605435225189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115616605435225189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115616605435225189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuk-man.html' title='Fuk man'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115615614069812338</id><published>2006-08-21T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:29:00.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy</title><content type='html'>i'll like still asleep. so clumsy today. 1st i hit my face on the classroom door. then i walked home and i closed my eye for 5 seconds and i hit a tree. then during dinner i was taking stuff out of the microwave and i forgot to close it. then i turned arnd and hit the door. fish. i'll post the photos from the party up after i get them. cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115615614069812338?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115615614069812338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115615614069812338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115615614069812338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115615614069812338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/clumsy.html' title='Clumsy'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115582569172718641</id><published>2006-08-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:41:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important</title><content type='html'>I juz created a new blog that isn't emo based! lol. it's a plea to help other's arnd the world. all of us can help someway or another. the link to it is on my blog. the organisation is named Underground. help to let ur fren knoe abt tis blog too. coz every1 can help in a way or another. thx.  &lt;a href="http://undergroundorg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://undergroundorg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115582569172718641?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115582569172718641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115582569172718641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115582569172718641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115582569172718641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/important.html' title='Important'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115563201936734450</id><published>2006-08-15T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:53:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>Don't we all seek the 1 sport or exercise tat will burn the most carbo in the shortest time? one where we can work out every muscle in the body at the same time. so tat we can keep in shape no matter wat we eat? and so often u c ppl out there who dun get fat no matter wat they eat? well there actually is a secret exercise tat not many ppl no of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'll share tis secret exercise wid every1. (: the 1 exercise/sport is sex. sex has always been seen as an act of intimacy and lust. but it has been scientifically proven tat sex burns more carbohydrates than any other sport/exercise in half the time tat u do for any other sport/exercise. sex also exercises/work-outs every single muscle in ur body. tis makes sex the healthiest and most efficient in all cardio work-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i guess u shld knoe y i've always been able to eat wat i wan and not get fat hey? ( ; well now tat u knoe the secret to my diet. dun go arnd tellin every1. ( : tis is also the reason y sex is becoming so common. -peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115563201936734450?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115563201936734450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115563201936734450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115563201936734450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115563201936734450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115556522627058277</id><published>2006-08-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:20:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars</title><content type='html'>tis world is filled wid liars. every1 arnd me is 1. simple dun sae wat u r not gonna do and dun promise wat u cant keep. i got nuttin else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115556522627058277?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115556522627058277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115556522627058277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115556522627058277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115556522627058277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/liars.html' title='Liars'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115554954131083824</id><published>2006-08-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:59:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frikin! @!#%!</title><content type='html'>Shit skool. i got another sac for the same subject again tml. tat's like 3 weeks in a roll. frikin!!! fahh..... skool is shit. it's like so boring.and english lecture was pure bullshit todae. we had a new teacher. and guess wat. she was like: " class do u all know how to spell extreme?" every1 was like wtf. HELLO! do we look like we're in grade 3 or something? then we were like "hmm. X-T-R-E-M-E! i tink tat's how u spell it miss. Tat's XTREME without the E. Juz the X." so she din sae anything. then we carried on with class. then she stopped at the word alligator. then she asked; "Do all of u knoe wat an alligator is?" and i was oh i knoe i knoe! raising my hand jumping up and down the seat looking very enthusiastic. so she was like: "Yes? sorry i forgot ur name. wat's ur name again?" then i said: " oh my name is sean. it's ur first day u r here. u dun even knoe my name how can u forget it? unless u r pulling my leg?(get it? pulling my "leg") lol." "I think an alligator is a species of dogs? right right? oh please tell me i'm right." and then she went like: " no sean, and alligator is a fresh water crocodile." and i was like " woooo. wat's a crocodile? do they smell like flowers?" lol. yeah so i tink i seriously pissed the crap out of her. but anws we continued wid the lesson. so we were talkin abt tis woman. and we said she was determined in wat she did. then she asked (AGAIN): " do u knoe how to spell determined?" at tis point of time. the whole class was like oh screw u. so every1 ignored her. and for the rest of the lecture every1 was just doing their own stuff. basically no 1 was listening to her talking. lol. and she acted like an idiot there talking to herself. wat a joke. hey! go back and like teach prepies! anws tat's was the main highlight of the day. and guess wat. we have her for class again tml? OMFG! let's all bag her up and beat the shit out of her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115554954131083824?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115554954131083824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115554954131083824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115554954131083824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115554954131083824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/frikin.html' title='Frikin! @!#%!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115548027875886234</id><published>2006-08-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:44:38.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat's this?</title><content type='html'>it feels as though i dun knoe u at all. i dun knoe any of u. so wat if we are "frenz"? this word means anything to u? gee i wonder. wat's goin through ur head? wat do u feel? well tell u something. I  D-O-N-T  G-I-V-E  A  F-U-C-K. take ur candy stick and shove it up ur candy ass for me please. thx. ur effort is very much appreciated. now now hop away on ur candy stick before i start taking care of things myself. coz i'm very sure u wont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u wonder. do i mean wat i say? keep thinking. and hopefully u will get the answer one day. just hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115548027875886234?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115548027875886234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115548027875886234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115548027875886234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115548027875886234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/wats-this.html' title='Wat&apos;s this?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115547910090368983</id><published>2006-08-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:25:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U pissed the shit out of me!</title><content type='html'>U wanna knoe wat i tink dun u? 10 mins ago u fukin pissed the shit out of me. like seriously bad. wat did u tink ur sorry will do? solve everything? u gotta be kiddin me. tis isnt the 1st time tis has happened. juz becoz i dun say anything doesnt me i like it. so u tot i din knoe u r acting dumb all tis fukin while? cmon. do i look tat fukin stupid to u tat i cant tell? it's like "HELLO. BIG DICKHEAD HERE! HAHA!" " LET'S ALL POINT FINGERS AT HIM AND LAUGH!". and u knoe wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO&lt;br /&gt;THAT&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;I'LL&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;WALK&lt;br /&gt;OVER&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;CUT&lt;br /&gt;UR&lt;br /&gt;HEAD&lt;br /&gt;OFF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115547910090368983?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115547910090368983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115547910090368983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115547910090368983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115547910090368983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/u-pissed-shit-out-of-me.html' title='U pissed the shit out of me!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115546796517005122</id><published>2006-08-13T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:19:25.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No strings attached</title><content type='html'>This game is called No Strings Attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game simply has the name because tat's exactly wat it is. there will always be an attraction of some sort between male and female. but there's no affection and no point of settling down. at every stage of our lives we all require some "care", "concern" and "love". well tat's the reason tis game was designed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple. 2 people are together no in the name of love. when one party falls in love the game is over. when u fall in love with someone else, the game is over. at any point of time, any party can choose to back out and there won't be any thing said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the game is so tat both parties will feel accompanied during tis point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115546796517005122?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115546796517005122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115546796517005122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115546796517005122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115546796517005122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-strings-attached.html' title='No strings attached'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115540362846897974</id><published>2006-08-13T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:27:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceased time: 01:20am 13/08/2006</title><content type='html'>Second time since i came back now i've been stabbed. and it hurts so bad. this is wat opening up do to u. it takes u by the heart and squeezes it so hard tat it shatters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i declare tat the flame has died. love has ceased to exist. i can tell u i dun gif a fuk abt anything anymore. simply becoz i've dug my grave, laid in it and covered it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i died. there's nuttin left to say or change. tat's the way things are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115540362846897974?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115540362846897974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115540362846897974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115540362846897974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115540362846897974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/deceased-time-0120am-13082006.html' title='Deceased time: 01:20am 13/08/2006'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115539529427104341</id><published>2006-08-12T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:08:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreakable?</title><content type='html'>All the while. i seem like i dun gif a fuk abt anything in tis world. till the point where my mum asked me: "do u care about anything? U r juz an iron casing tat's hollow inside." and my reply was "i had something once. it was given. but it was never returned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came to tink. once i did haf emotions. once i did haf feelings. i used to love. tat was back then. when my heart was made of glass. but once it breaks. it'll nv be the same again. u mend it back. but it's not perfect anymore. and to prevent it from breaking again u shield it with anything tat u think is unbreakable. and tat's when ur heart becomes untouchable. nothing goes in. nothing comes out. it suffocates itself. putting itself to the brim of extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do u expect me to trust mere words from the mouth tat would come to mean nothing in a matter of time? wat are promises? they're simply words. they cant keep feed u. they cant cloth u. so wat's the point in promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently someone told me tis; " dw. i'll always be there." but no matter how hard i tried. i still cant believe it. well it does take a lot of courage to trust some1. as for me. i'm gutless. i dun have tat kind of courage. well till proven. i'm sorry to say they are but words to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115539529427104341?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115539529427104341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115539529427104341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115539529427104341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115539529427104341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/unbreakable.html' title='Unbreakable?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115539428501636878</id><published>2006-08-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:51:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No music!</title><content type='html'>crap. i cant go into iwebmusic. fukin site is shit. screws my com up everytime i go in there. zzzz. and so i cant get music for the blog. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115539428501636878?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115539428501636878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115539428501636878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115539428501636878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115539428501636878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-music.html' title='No music!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115531734780452000</id><published>2006-08-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:29:07.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:15 am</title><content type='html'>i juz saw tis person's blog. fukin stupid. she puts a picture of herself then she goes oh my shirt says top model but i knoe i can nv be 1. how ironic. gee then dun fukin wear it. stupid cunt. burn the shirt as seriously speaking u can nv be 1. so stop giving urself ideas. shit man. i cant sleep. and skool seriously suck shit. y the fuk do so many haf their birthdays during august?!!! last month there were barely any parties. and tis month there's like 3 parties every nite. omg! i guess christmas time is like mating season. which would kinda explain y there r so many august babies. and i tink my parents mating season is like during chinese new year. coz both me and my sister haf our birthdays during november! lol. now i get wat it means when ppl say that they plan their marriage and plan when to haf children. forget it. blogging has become like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               B-O-R-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write again when i tink of something. -peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115531734780452000?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115531734780452000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115531734780452000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115531734780452000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115531734780452000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/315-am.html' title='3:15 am'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115529107153262720</id><published>2006-08-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:11:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How it feels</title><content type='html'>u knoe. when u fall in love wid some1 they occupy a certain space in ur heart. so u did love tat person initially. however things did not worked out they way u wanted it. so u waited. and waited. day by day tis anticipation is juz eating away at u. not long after, the flame's died. chemistry's gone. wat u r left wid is a hollow heart. and a routine of waiting for tat person everyday. tat's when u r at a lost. and ur heart needs to heal. some take a longer time some take a faster time. some juz choose to replace it wad a certain different feeling tat will overtake tis hollowness in the heart. it's juz covers it. but doesnt really feel the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel tat waiting for me has juz become a habit, a daily routine. it's eaten into me and juz become a part of me. wat would u do if ur entire world fell like dominos over a split second? if u let it heal u would haf probably killed ur self by then. so u juz block urself away from everything and feel tis empty space wid hatred for everything. and it certainly has been covering the hole well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u tink u knoe a person well. u think tat he/she is nice. u remove a certain hatred from ur heart hoping tat tis person can fill it and not leave like the others. yet when a certain small thing doesnt go ur way. u draw back quickly and sharply to avoid anymore damage to be done. tis is when u take another look at them. and u go 'hang on, i've never seen tis side of him/her'. tat's when u realize tat actually all tis while u had no idea all along. u make them out to be perfect in ur mind, hoping tat tat's the case, and only after u get hit in the back then u find out it was juz ur imagination all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so? wat has tis taught u? well it basically says. NEVER FUCKING TRUST ANYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115529107153262720?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115529107153262720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115529107153262720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115529107153262720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115529107153262720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-it-feels.html' title='How it feels'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115503438330899880</id><published>2006-08-08T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:53:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood is thicker than water?</title><content type='html'>u knoe how since young. ppl always tell u tat ur frenz wont always be there for u in ur times of trouble and the only ppl u can really rely on r only ur family? they keep telling u tat blood is thicker than water? take tat logic and f-ing burn it. if tat's true probably to other ppl. but to me tat statement is far frm true. tis world is juz filled wid too many "people" tat dun gif a f abt anything but themselves. gee. and now i start to tink abt it too. so? who r my family? my teacher was sayin todae. abt how ppl haf a family yet r always workin and nv haf time for their family? tat's not called family. family then can be classed under liabilities. or rather extra-curriculum activities. sad thing is tat i've come to a point where it doesnt really matter if i c my family or not. if bad things happen yes i will be sad. if problems r faced yes i will help. and i respect and love them all the same. but the closeness, the bond is juz not there. simply answering tat if something really does happen it probably wont affect my life tat much as i tink. it will probably yeah. sad for awhile drink a lil cry a lil. then we all get back on wid our lives. become so caught up then 1 day u juz stop and tink abt them for a sec. and u've actually gotten over it long ago. well. i dun c blood any thicker than water. we all haf diluted blood now. though i do miss them but yeah i can do without them. tis is ur own life after all. and seriously u dun rely on any1. only urself. not even ur family. if u die u die if u do well u do well. it's ur life u only haf urself to blame and can only drag urself down. even if u dun agree wid me. tat's my tinkin. at least for now tat is. no 1 will knoe how it changes next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115503438330899880?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115503438330899880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115503438330899880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115503438330899880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115503438330899880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/blood-is-thicker-than-water.html' title='Blood is thicker than water?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115493804111882599</id><published>2006-08-07T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:07:21.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastard!</title><content type='html'>Fukin bastard. piss me off. wat's tis. u tink u can juz wash ur hands off everything juz like tat? well how abt i take a fukin lamp post and shove it up ur mother fukin asshole?i seriously despise u. fukin disgrace. if u dun love ur wife and haf a divorce tat's none of my fukin concern. but dun u tink u r goin too far when u fukin treat ur kids tat way? u haf not fulfilled ur duty as a father in any way. y be 1 in the 1st place then. keep in mind tat the kids r supported by ur wife. while u r out there having fun wid ur gf. ur kids r at home. lookin after themselves and ur wife is workin to support them. so fuk u man! dun let me see u if not i'm goin to fukin break ur skull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115493804111882599?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115493804111882599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115493804111882599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115493804111882599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115493804111882599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/bastard.html' title='Bastard!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115487574703667571</id><published>2006-08-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:49:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggles</title><content type='html'>There are always times in life when we struggle to find our true self. life is but an act. every day is a scene of wat seems like a never ending play. there r always those tat play the good guys and those tat play the bad guy. yet those tat always play the good guys are juz hypocritical. and those tat play the bad guys are juz too straight forward. well i'm seriously struggling to find out which is my real self. or rather. the 'real' self tat i wan to be. i've become so good and so used to tis acting tat i've lost my sense of direction. there isnt happiness nor sorrow anymore. the world has juz gone numb. there is always the dilema of followin ur heart or ur mind. somehow i reached tis point. and my brain juz died on me. it juz went totally blank. i totally forgot everything i wanted to sae. fuk. forget it. i wont bother thinking. - to be continued...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115487574703667571?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115487574703667571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115487574703667571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115487574703667571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115487574703667571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/struggles.html' title='Struggles'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115486893821138880</id><published>2006-08-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:55:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY!</title><content type='html'>gay. my frenz in aus apparently r debating whether fragrance for man r for metrosexuals only. and they add me into the conversation. -.- and somehow tis fragrance talk turned into a sex talk. god. kinda reminds me of those movies like american pie. where tis guys r juz so desperate and their tinkin is they muz get laid at prom. lol. jokers. oh ya. and they r equally desperate for alcohol. gee wat's the deal wid tat. come to tink of it. the 1st time i did all tis was like almost 4-5 back. lol. MAYB tat's y it doesnt interest me the way it does to them. lol. i'm off. gonna watch tis movie by john travolta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115486893821138880?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115486893821138880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115486893821138880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115486893821138880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115486893821138880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/gay.html' title='GAY!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30587318.post-115479965131854618</id><published>2006-08-06T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:40:51.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>i've been lazy tis few days. having to be bugged to update my blog. lol. yes piglet i update already. i'm in a semi-subconcious state now. my eyes r barely open. lol. i guessed when i changed to tis blog. it was basically a place for me to bombard all my negative feelings. but now i guess i dun haf any negative feelings to bombard besides how much aus sux. tat's the cause of the significent reduction in my blogging. blogging should soon change from expression of negative to positive feelings. tat's when i'm able to let go of all these negative feelings. no matter how much i hate it. there's still a part tat's desperately hanging on to nuttin. juz and empty space. alrite i need beauty sleep soon. brain dead. nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30587318-115479965131854618?l=getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115479965131854618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30587318&amp;postID=115479965131854618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115479965131854618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30587318/posts/default/115479965131854618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getthefukoutofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09953919283828560167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
