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Aaron or Noraa... u decide...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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' 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climb and i try again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget this feeling that i have, is it called love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yearn to cure this stated that i am in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i do not understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This feeling that i seek i have lost and yet i want it found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry but i am so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I am so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what i do behind those doors of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shed tears that are invisible to everyone but myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget who i am and still i will never forget who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1880061397581346761?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1880061397581346761/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;No one ever told me when&lt;br /&gt;I was alone&lt;br /&gt;They just thought I'd know better, better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever told me when&lt;br /&gt;I was alone&lt;br /&gt;They just thought I'd know better, better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part&lt;br /&gt;This troubled heart&lt;br /&gt;Has ever yet been through now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was heal the scars&lt;br /&gt;That got their start&lt;br /&gt;Inside someone like you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For had I known&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd been shown&lt;br /&gt;Back when how long it'd take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break the charms&lt;br /&gt;That brought me harm&lt;br /&gt;And all but would erase me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never won&lt;br /&gt;Or thought I could&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you'd pay me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replay the part&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;I should have known you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all I knew&lt;br /&gt;Was that with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd want someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be enough&lt;br /&gt;But just my luck&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love and maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you better&lt;br /&gt;You know I know better&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;This tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Won't ask for absolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This melody&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Still searches for solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twist of faith&lt;br /&gt;A change of heart&lt;br /&gt;Cures my infatuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Provides the spark&lt;br /&gt;For my determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever told me when&lt;br /&gt;I was alone&lt;br /&gt;They just thought I'd know better, better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever told me when&lt;br /&gt;I was alone&lt;br /&gt;They just thought I'd know better, better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you better&lt;br /&gt;You know I know better&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to be so full of anger (anger)&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to be somebody else&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to be someone afraid to know themselves&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted you to see things for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you better&lt;br /&gt;Now we all know better&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;(cont. thru verse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;I'd manage to&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of promised love&lt;br /&gt;That can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;With your adoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just use your head&lt;br /&gt;And in the end&lt;br /&gt;You'll find your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To choose your steps&lt;br /&gt;And won't regret&lt;br /&gt;This kind of aggravation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever told me when&lt;br /&gt;I was alone&lt;br /&gt;They just thought I'd know better, better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever told me when&lt;br /&gt;I was alone&lt;br /&gt;They just thought I'd know better, better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-3583550390120307683?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3583550390120307683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=3583550390120307683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i see your face I will kill you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think u know what is genuine care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't even dare to use the word Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expletives are wasted on you.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-3472186742910268266?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3472186742910268266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=3472186742910268266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I missed Christmas and the New Year... Haha...</title><content type='html'>I'm Left, She's Right, You're Wrong&lt;div&gt;The world revolves around the fake sort of gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me were never meant to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across the divide and beneath the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever lost with no one to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on my knees but I'm not prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weary is the wayward soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no rest for the wicked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the story of his tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unloved and unwanted by so many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paid in kind by the disgustingly pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparition to the best of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You belong without the rest of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7409009068477321744?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7409009068477321744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7409009068477321744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7409009068477321744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7409009068477321744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2011/02/wow-i-missed-christmas-and-new-year.html' title='Wow.. I missed Christmas and the New Year... Haha...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-3201069838780080323</id><published>2010-10-14T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T03:24:58.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Somebody</title><content type='html'>Disappointment is sometimes hauntingly painful&lt;br /&gt;So is the agony and affliction of loneliness in the soul&lt;br /&gt;The spirit yearns for the very thing the will is preventing&lt;br /&gt;The years go by and the days grow long&lt;br /&gt;The search for belonging still goes on&lt;br /&gt;Can you not understand?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not realise?&lt;br /&gt;We are all in this world with nothing real to ever hold onto&lt;br /&gt;The only real thing we deny&lt;br /&gt;And salvation is lost upon us all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-3201069838780080323?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3201069838780080323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=3201069838780080323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/3201069838780080323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/3201069838780080323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2010/10/use-somebody.html' title='Use Somebody'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-2874500894402697994</id><published>2010-08-22T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:31:07.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone and Lonely</title><content type='html'>ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-2874500894402697994?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2874500894402697994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I losing myself?</title><content type='html'>All because of you, I haven't slept in so long&lt;br /&gt;When I do I dream of drowning in the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a shore, where I can lay my head down&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-2599121985292434054?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2599121985292434054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=2599121985292434054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2599121985292434054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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forget the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears for you I can see the damage done&lt;br /&gt;Don't go yet, don't let go&lt;br /&gt;Not yet My only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-9134282888762518409?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9134282888762518409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=9134282888762518409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9134282888762518409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9134282888762518409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-nothing-from-whence-i-came.html' title='Back to nothing from whence I came...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-2665317328524649799</id><published>2009-12-29T08:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:48:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Somebody loves you, did you not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody died for you, is it very hard to comprehend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-2665317328524649799?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2665317328524649799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=2665317328524649799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2665317328524649799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2665317328524649799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessed-christmas.html' title='Blessed Christmas!'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5508353658520959598</id><published>2009-12-04T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:33:31.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Its Because I'm dumb</title><content type='html'>Quantify Love, You can't&lt;br /&gt;Qualify Love, You can't&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I can't&lt;br /&gt;I am weak, false moves and petty tricks&lt;br /&gt;They become me when i see you&lt;br /&gt;I love you this I know&lt;br /&gt;You Love the other, that I know too&lt;br /&gt;Stand by you is what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;for as long as i live, you will be a part of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5508353658520959598?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5508353658520959598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5508353658520959598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5508353658520959598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5508353658520959598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe-its-because-im-dumb.html' title='Maybe Its Because I&apos;m dumb'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5099797213735193150</id><published>2009-11-10T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:34:05.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The air is clearer when you are alone...</title><content type='html'>Beginnings and endings, they come they go&lt;br /&gt;what is romance one might ask, and to this extent I'll say&lt;br /&gt;heartache and pain, pleasure and gain&lt;br /&gt;We meet we part, we stop and we start&lt;br /&gt;fogiveness and love never to tell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how i feel&lt;br /&gt;and nobody ever will&lt;br /&gt;never in a hundred million years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5099797213735193150?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5099797213735193150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5099797213735193150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5099797213735193150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5099797213735193150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/11/air-is-clearer-when-you-are-alone.html' title='The air is clearer when you are alone...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-681535626074427173</id><published>2009-10-25T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:35:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I talked to your Dad now go pick a white dress...</title><content type='html'>Reunited as lovers once separated&lt;br /&gt;Come back hither to me once again&lt;br /&gt;You were like Juliet when i first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to stay away like the Romeo that I am&lt;br /&gt;We crossed paths and said hellos&lt;br /&gt;You loved something about me&lt;br /&gt;And I loved your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left each other at the request of father time&lt;br /&gt;Til we meet again we said&lt;br /&gt;knowing never will we cross paths ever again&lt;br /&gt;10 years passed and we see each other&lt;br /&gt;Never did we recognise the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still friends and never a reason to laugh or smile&lt;br /&gt;All we ever did was stay the same&lt;br /&gt;And never yet understood the change&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be once and yet never&lt;br /&gt;We finally bade farewell to each other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-681535626074427173?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/681535626074427173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=681535626074427173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/681535626074427173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/681535626074427173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-talked-to-your-dad-now-go-pick-white.html' title='I talked to your Dad now go pick a white dress...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-4692020968653859940</id><published>2009-10-06T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:05:02.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me Up When September Ends</title><content type='html'>Tell me you want me&lt;br /&gt;I know I do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to just say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you for all time&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard but I don't know you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its me I'm kidding&lt;br /&gt;I never knew you at all&lt;br /&gt;I see you at the corner&lt;br /&gt;And always from afar&lt;br /&gt;Always in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Never in reality&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned I am&lt;br /&gt;I would never know how to get to know you at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-4692020968653859940?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4692020968653859940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=4692020968653859940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4692020968653859940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4692020968653859940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When September Ends'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-6544232763815021050</id><published>2009-08-14T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:37:15.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Drowning in My Sleep...</title><content type='html'>Goodbye to You&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to Everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding in this world&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing more for me to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm Letting Go Of You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-6544232763815021050?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6544232763815021050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=6544232763815021050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6544232763815021050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6544232763815021050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-drowning-in-my-sleep.html' title='I&apos;m Drowning in My Sleep...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7635480867936790410</id><published>2009-08-02T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:20:30.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together We Cry</title><content type='html'>Hearts ablaze with storm and wit&lt;br /&gt;Stirring emotions of truth and grit&lt;br /&gt;Oceans apart was never the reason&lt;br /&gt;You and I are just two separate seasons&lt;br /&gt;Fly by my high the reasons behind&lt;br /&gt;Intentions unseen are but dangers within&lt;br /&gt;Splendid time to be brought down&lt;br /&gt;Not by flesh nor by heart&lt;br /&gt;Walk away, just walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7635480867936790410?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7635480867936790410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7635480867936790410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7635480867936790410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7635480867936790410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/08/together-we-cry.html' title='Together We Cry'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-6769560203194362756</id><published>2009-07-29T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:20:12.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me, Kill Me, Kill Me Again</title><content type='html'>On these tear today I fall&lt;br /&gt;Broken deeper and deeper again&lt;br /&gt;I fail to see that u have gone&lt;br /&gt;away and away from the end&lt;br /&gt;I chase this life of you and me&lt;br /&gt;I find it back where I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there or stay away&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back to this deep end......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-6769560203194362756?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6769560203194362756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=6769560203194362756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6769560203194362756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6769560203194362756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/07/kill-me-kill-me-kill-me-again.html' title='Kill Me, Kill Me, Kill Me Again'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-2555341782160277389</id><published>2009-07-23T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:41:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Don't Don't...</title><content type='html'>today still i play with you&lt;br /&gt;you don't notice anything&lt;br /&gt;a love that is frozen&lt;br /&gt;silent you a silent love silent pleasant feelings&lt;br /&gt;silent me a silent love silent scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you the eighteen person don't notice me&lt;br /&gt;softly you have confirmed me this frozen love&lt;br /&gt;quiet you a quiet love i kill my quiet pleasant feelings&lt;br /&gt;quiet me a quiet love a quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't change this silent love can't change&lt;br /&gt;peacefully peacefully it coils up around both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a silent heart a quiet heart cut in my heart&lt;br /&gt;a silent heart a quiet heart even if you are going to play with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't change this silent love can't change&lt;br /&gt;peacefully peacefully it coils up around both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i noticed you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be able to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;i finally embraced you&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that it would be the last time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-2555341782160277389?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2555341782160277389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=2555341782160277389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2555341782160277389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2555341782160277389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-dont-dont.html' title='If You Don&apos;t Don&apos;t...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-2511851396104458317</id><published>2009-07-20T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:43:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Septic Emotions</title><content type='html'>I have been to the ends of this place&lt;br /&gt;Seen the values that people have shoved in my face&lt;br /&gt;To be the Raw tension that seperates me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I have fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the poison in me&lt;br /&gt;The septic emotions that burst out in threes&lt;br /&gt;You agitate the heart inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Break my wings don't set me free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-2511851396104458317?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2511851396104458317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=2511851396104458317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2511851396104458317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2511851396104458317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/07/septic-emotions.html' title='Septic Emotions'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-8584137731997824985</id><published>2009-07-09T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:36:41.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustation Abounds</title><content type='html'>I need to calm down, I am not me&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when one becomes none&lt;br /&gt;The band of futility engulfs me&lt;br /&gt;I am angry I agree&lt;br /&gt;I cannot force it unto me&lt;br /&gt;To be happy to be me&lt;br /&gt;I need to scream and release the frustration&lt;br /&gt;You betray me&lt;br /&gt;You betray me&lt;br /&gt;I blame you and I blame me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody come rescue me&lt;br /&gt;I am so alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-8584137731997824985?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8584137731997824985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=8584137731997824985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8584137731997824985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8584137731997824985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustation-abounds.html' title='Frustation Abounds'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-752861589827114459</id><published>2009-07-02T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:37:52.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Nobody But You.....</title><content type='html'>An inexplicable calm against the chill of the forgotten suspense&lt;br /&gt;A big intent of silence&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of nothingness under the skin&lt;br /&gt;It crawls again deep within&lt;br /&gt;feeling loss and bringing hope&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be provoked&lt;br /&gt;Selfish desires in the midst of us&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say who's first&lt;br /&gt;This day I enjoy will be no more&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will bring me grief somemore&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the difference in stature and height&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do anything I would like.&lt;br /&gt;Withhold&lt;br /&gt;Secrets....&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-752861589827114459?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/752861589827114459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=752861589827114459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/752861589827114459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/752861589827114459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-nobody-but-you.html' title='I Want Nobody But You.....'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-8111980435290926467</id><published>2009-06-12T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:02:18.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Worry That When You Die People Would Never Have Truly Known You?</title><content type='html'>The world is not ready for me&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't know me&lt;br /&gt;The skepticism escapes me&lt;br /&gt;The hatred no longer beholds me&lt;br /&gt;The justice bewilders me&lt;br /&gt;The sense eludes me&lt;br /&gt;The society is not me&lt;br /&gt;The attitudes contempt me&lt;br /&gt;The facade separates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-8111980435290926467?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8111980435290926467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=8111980435290926467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8111980435290926467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8111980435290926467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-worry-that-when-you-die-people.html' title='Do You Worry That When You Die People Would Never Have Truly Known You?'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-8363248086497804444</id><published>2009-05-14T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:37:50.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?</title><content type='html'>I'm falling to pieces, thinking up the ways of getting to you&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart doing the things you do&lt;br /&gt;I try to break it, so frantically shake it&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't no i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you are always breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have gone too far this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song to be... Value it for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-8363248086497804444?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8363248086497804444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=8363248086497804444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8363248086497804444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8363248086497804444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-am-i-gonna-do-when-best-part-of-me.html' title='What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-9218876132314294978</id><published>2009-05-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:09:12.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we waiting for?</title><content type='html'>The birth of a legend&lt;br /&gt;The one of champions&lt;br /&gt;The Superhero of none&lt;br /&gt;The one the only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday....&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday....&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-9218876132314294978?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9218876132314294978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=9218876132314294978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9218876132314294978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9218876132314294978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-are-we-waiting-for.html' title='What are we waiting for?'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5544560399238004965</id><published>2009-03-25T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:02:36.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ru Guo Zhe Dou Bu Suan Ai...... (If even this doesnt mean love)</title><content type='html'>I gave you my music . . .&lt;br /&gt;Made your song take wing . . .&lt;br /&gt;And now, how you've repaid me&lt;br /&gt;Denied me and betrayed me . . .&lt;br /&gt;He was bound to love you&lt;br /&gt;When he heard you sing . . .&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . .&lt;br /&gt;Say the word and I will follow you . . .&lt;br /&gt;Share each day with me, each night, each morning . . .&lt;br /&gt;You will curse the day you did not do&lt;br /&gt;All that the Phantom asked of you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . .&lt;br /&gt;Lead me, save me from my solitude . .&lt;br /&gt;Say you want me with you, here beside you . . .&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go let me go too. . .&lt;br /&gt;Christine, that's all I ask of . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5544560399238004965?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5544560399238004965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5544560399238004965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5544560399238004965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5544560399238004965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/03/ru-guo-zhe-dou-bu-suan-ai-if-even-this.html' title='Ru Guo Zhe Dou Bu Suan Ai...... (If even this doesnt mean love)'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-6195746091201051979</id><published>2009-03-06T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:26:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Blackened Bleeding Tarmac</title><content type='html'>Driving down endless paths&lt;br /&gt;Lowered flags and desperate tasks&lt;br /&gt;Dead to begin with dead again&lt;br /&gt;Oh can we be safe in the arms of the ones we love&lt;br /&gt;Can we be sure of our existence without the other but with the one&lt;br /&gt;We place our trust in things we see and yet the unseen, the alluring,&lt;br /&gt;Can we see and reverse what we have become&lt;br /&gt;What was yours will be a ring without finger&lt;br /&gt;And the rambling lingers on...&lt;br /&gt;until we find the right time to become...&lt;br /&gt;sense to the senseless&lt;br /&gt;faith to the faithless&lt;br /&gt;in shambles i become&lt;br /&gt;to bleed i will die&lt;br /&gt;to truth i will see but yet deny&lt;br /&gt;I am dead, in this i cannot falsify&lt;br /&gt;I am dead, my heart is gone and i am awake&lt;br /&gt;Dead to you, dead to me&lt;br /&gt;Drink to this misery&lt;br /&gt;I beseech you me.&lt;br /&gt;Cry......................... Tears...................... Broken................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-6195746091201051979?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6195746091201051979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=6195746091201051979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6195746091201051979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6195746091201051979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-blackened-bleeding-tarmac.html' title='Through the Blackened Bleeding Tarmac'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5418551536491461740</id><published>2009-02-24T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:01:09.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning Out of Control</title><content type='html'>Through the times of trial and fire&lt;br /&gt;The oft thought times of turmoil and pain&lt;br /&gt;We see through the eyes of those that see&lt;br /&gt;The hearts of those that sense&lt;br /&gt;The emotions of the fragile&lt;br /&gt;We see pain through the eyes of the happy&lt;br /&gt;The grace throught the naems of the blessed&lt;br /&gt;I spin, we spin and we get out into the open&lt;br /&gt;Out of control we steadily become&lt;br /&gt;The pain unbearable, the heart so fallible&lt;br /&gt;We crush as we break&lt;br /&gt;We know its never early&lt;br /&gt;But it will always be too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5418551536491461740?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5418551536491461740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5418551536491461740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5418551536491461740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5418551536491461740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/02/spinning-out-of-control.html' title='Spinning Out of Control'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-644540957152814106</id><published>2009-02-09T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:28:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeal to my sense of love</title><content type='html'>There used to be a time when I loved&lt;br /&gt;We are born, we live, we die&lt;br /&gt;Things happen and sometimes we forget&lt;br /&gt;The love in our lives will fade away&lt;br /&gt;We will die everyday&lt;br /&gt;Just a little, day by day&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs of sin and grace&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of a haunting voice&lt;br /&gt;Blacken into the dark descent&lt;br /&gt;Searching eternally for completion&lt;br /&gt;Looking for our own happiness&lt;br /&gt;The lost half we will never find&lt;br /&gt;Things Aren't so beautiful now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-644540957152814106?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/644540957152814106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=644540957152814106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/644540957152814106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/644540957152814106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/02/appeal-to-my-sense-of-love.html' title='Appeal to my sense of love'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-2984978050403875040</id><published>2009-02-05T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:43:02.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kind of Woman That Blows My Mind</title><content type='html'>The hourglass lady feels svelt to the touch&lt;br /&gt;Walking in motion the sways of emotion&lt;br /&gt;When best defined you blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;Someone I want but cannot have&lt;br /&gt;I see you alive in your throes of passion&lt;br /&gt;Dancing amidst the scenes of gentle perpetual chaos&lt;br /&gt;Silent in your word but loud it your expression&lt;br /&gt;The sense of love dwelling deep within&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete I look to you&lt;br /&gt;Finding happiness that falsely belongs&lt;br /&gt;Wrought with agony i stay away&lt;br /&gt;Losing what could be my eternal bliss&lt;br /&gt;This is you and there am I&lt;br /&gt;Away from you looking deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I burn myself to scream I hide&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a plain, just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Walking hand in hand, do it again&lt;br /&gt;Skin to skin and heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;These seven ways to tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are only but dreams&lt;br /&gt;I lost the dream i never had&lt;br /&gt;but you in me will always remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont break my heart, It is already broken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-2984978050403875040?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2984978050403875040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=2984978050403875040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2984978050403875040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2984978050403875040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/02/kind-of-woman-that-blows-my-mind.html' title='The Kind of Woman That Blows My Mind'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-9093190267717637302</id><published>2009-01-17T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:58:47.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>The Truth&lt;br /&gt;The incomparable&lt;br /&gt;The inconsolable&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable&lt;br /&gt;The Truth, when revealed&lt;br /&gt;Brings memories of pain and breaks the heart of the one who cannot forget and cannot face&lt;br /&gt;The Truth hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-9093190267717637302?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9093190267717637302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=9093190267717637302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9093190267717637302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9093190267717637302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-1240684579288877132</id><published>2009-01-05T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:38:58.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open From The Inside Out</title><content type='html'>You were always right, always right&lt;br /&gt;The epitome of love met the epitome of pain&lt;br /&gt;What was it you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;It just couldn't be avoided&lt;br /&gt;It was not so bad&lt;br /&gt;For the result was the best we ever had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1240684579288877132?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1240684579288877132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=1240684579288877132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1240684579288877132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1240684579288877132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-from-inside-out.html' title='Open From The Inside Out'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-419470502999274521</id><published>2009-01-01T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:09:38.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Poundings of the Treacherous Heart unto the brain..</title><content type='html'>Pierce my heart this dark confession&lt;br /&gt;Brought to light this broken life&lt;br /&gt;Set to bring the nights of memories&lt;br /&gt;Cries of torture in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me this set of tools to maim my heart&lt;br /&gt;and set me away on this broken dream&lt;br /&gt;Timeless neverending stories of you&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart, it breaks my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-419470502999274521?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/419470502999274521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=419470502999274521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/419470502999274521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/419470502999274521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2009/01/thousand-poundings-of-treacherous-heart.html' title='A Thousand Poundings of the Treacherous Heart unto the brain..'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-1171809415360259177</id><published>2008-12-31T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:17:37.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand</title><content type='html'>Why can't you understand what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;The desire to do things that are put to task&lt;br /&gt;One desired spurned the other&lt;br /&gt;Turns out events are truly of another&lt;br /&gt;The need for one last hurrah&lt;br /&gt;The bleak misery of denial&lt;br /&gt;Absence of the.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1171809415360259177?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1171809415360259177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=1171809415360259177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1171809415360259177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1171809415360259177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/understand.html' title='Understand'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7162399983433489347</id><published>2008-12-23T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:26:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons To Leave - AVA</title><content type='html'>A long awaited beginning&lt;br /&gt;A pre desired outcome&lt;br /&gt;Answers living like this for results&lt;br /&gt;Praying for success over failure&lt;br /&gt;For too Long&lt;br /&gt;For too Long&lt;br /&gt;All alone never more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing on, Play on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7162399983433489347?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7162399983433489347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7162399983433489347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7162399983433489347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7162399983433489347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons-to-leave-ava.html' title='Reasons To Leave - AVA'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7138731719603175524</id><published>2008-12-15T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:25:10.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.D</title><content type='html'>As I sit in here waiting for the world to turn back to the way it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I discover that it has become meaningless for me&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the finality of being&lt;br /&gt;It seems everything is about to end just when it is about to begin&lt;br /&gt;To bid farewell to everything before the permanance sets in&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to find, impossible experience&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7138731719603175524?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7138731719603175524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7138731719603175524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7138731719603175524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7138731719603175524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/lid.html' title='L.I.D'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-8304300140216981682</id><published>2008-11-21T06:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:22:43.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Sacrifice yourself and show me what is left&lt;br /&gt;You take the breath right out of me&lt;br /&gt;Hole where my heart should be&lt;br /&gt;Tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I cry deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I will hide it within&lt;br /&gt;Nobody sees and nobody will know&lt;br /&gt;You took my best and my entire all&lt;br /&gt;Left nothing to me and broke it all&lt;br /&gt;I love you but have nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-8304300140216981682?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8304300140216981682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=8304300140216981682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8304300140216981682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8304300140216981682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-3955376815332252356</id><published>2008-11-17T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:34:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway You Want It</title><content type='html'>Frustrations abound when i think of you&lt;br /&gt;It bleeds my heart through and through&lt;br /&gt;Changes you make again and again&lt;br /&gt;I think it may be time to move on&lt;br /&gt;Until then I remain my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to respond to my pleas&lt;br /&gt;I am forced to take action my anxiety to ease&lt;br /&gt;My hands are soaking in the blood of technology&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes and tell me its time to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push you through to my brink&lt;br /&gt;I head in different directions&lt;br /&gt;Aroused and confused&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself this is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Ask direction that point me to death&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-3955376815332252356?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3955376815332252356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=3955376815332252356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/3955376815332252356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/3955376815332252356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/anyway-you-want-it.html' title='Anyway You Want It'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-9016602478149013574</id><published>2008-11-10T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:17:53.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Me</title><content type='html'>Made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Irreversible&lt;br /&gt;Tried to form a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Irreparable&lt;br /&gt;Shattered hopes and broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels to not believe&lt;br /&gt;Facing up to what is inside your mind&lt;br /&gt;Fill it up with dreams but all you seem to find&lt;br /&gt;Empty as all the facets of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye forever just fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-9016602478149013574?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9016602478149013574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=9016602478149013574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9016602478149013574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9016602478149013574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/save-me.html' title='Save Me'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-3293234728309076910</id><published>2008-10-29T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:05:51.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masked</title><content type='html'>Intentions hidden from plain sight&lt;br /&gt;Atrocious schemes surface beyond the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Uncover the sins of the past&lt;br /&gt;Unearthing the wrongs of passion long gone&lt;br /&gt;Bring upon the residue of motionless spitfire&lt;br /&gt;And lay the blame on love&lt;br /&gt;We are masked behind this veil&lt;br /&gt;We are masked behind this shield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-3293234728309076910?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3293234728309076910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=3293234728309076910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/3293234728309076910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/3293234728309076910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/10/masked.html' title='Masked'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-9141039445591914552</id><published>2008-10-16T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T02:48:03.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a dream is only but a fleeting moment of feelings in this dumb little head</title><content type='html'>Looking back&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world is worth the trouble, the wait and the risk&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to give you all and still am&lt;br /&gt;For what lifts me up are not the angels in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Nor the beauty of the natural world&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of you in all the little precious moments we had together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long why is it again that I have to be reminded of you?&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot forget what seems to be the bittersweet of my past&lt;br /&gt;My past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-9141039445591914552?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9141039445591914552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=9141039445591914552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9141039445591914552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/9141039445591914552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-dream-is-only-but-fleeting-moment.html' title='For a dream is only but a fleeting moment of feelings in this dumb little head'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-6646400697036790385</id><published>2008-10-13T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:43:15.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Linda Liao reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;That beautiful face and that beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;though you were never there&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I let you go&lt;br /&gt;Crazy like me&lt;br /&gt;You never did love&lt;br /&gt;but in you&lt;br /&gt;I found what love meant to me&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;unsuspecting, the best in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Only in my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-6646400697036790385?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6646400697036790385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=6646400697036790385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6646400697036790385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6646400697036790385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7610400164348218183</id><published>2008-10-04T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:36:29.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberate</title><content type='html'>Beeter than I you and me&lt;br /&gt;We have became puppets of this time&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to portray the image to the sightless&lt;br /&gt;Turning ourselves into creatures that have become blind&lt;br /&gt;Insude the fire we burn&lt;br /&gt;The unquenching desire for liberation&lt;br /&gt;Steal a cry we deem freedom mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7610400164348218183?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7610400164348218183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7610400164348218183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7610400164348218183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7610400164348218183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/10/liberate.html' title='Liberate'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-8265516009728947399</id><published>2008-09-22T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:16:01.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that never comes</title><content type='html'>I am drawn towards and away&lt;br /&gt;from you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop myself moving forwards and backwards&lt;br /&gt;from you&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I dont deny it&lt;br /&gt;This crushing secret that keeps you away&lt;br /&gt;I am in flames&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to see you in all that you are&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so far right now&lt;br /&gt;I need you, This I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-8265516009728947399?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8265516009728947399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=8265516009728947399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8265516009728947399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8265516009728947399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-that-never-comes.html' title='The day that never comes'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-4484826014903487441</id><published>2008-07-20T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T03:33:24.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You And I</title><content type='html'>The longing is long gone&lt;br /&gt;I have seen too many, I have felt the same&lt;br /&gt;I think of that, I think of You&lt;br /&gt;I have masked that thing about you&lt;br /&gt;I think of you less often now&lt;br /&gt;I barely seem to even care&lt;br /&gt;I must be distracted, I must be looking away&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am, I cant help it but I know I'll miss you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-4484826014903487441?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4484826014903487441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=4484826014903487441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4484826014903487441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4484826014903487441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-and-i.html' title='You And I'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-4082223691836453607</id><published>2008-07-18T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:37:37.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Months......</title><content type='html'>Trapped inside this shell&lt;br /&gt;A monster lurks, ready to pounce&lt;br /&gt;On every mistake, the faults that i make&lt;br /&gt;To see me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is not a reason&lt;br /&gt;Put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;I cant see these eyes, they make me sick&lt;br /&gt;They make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the people all screaming to be heard&lt;br /&gt;We are together now all hurting deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You are the one you are the reason&lt;br /&gt;You steal my life away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-4082223691836453607?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4082223691836453607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=4082223691836453607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4082223691836453607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4082223691836453607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/months.html' title='Months......'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-1741146897794249220</id><published>2008-05-12T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T03:29:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Mistake I've Ever Made</title><content type='html'>Dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Holding me close to you&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to believe its true&lt;br /&gt;I held on for too long&lt;br /&gt;I still missed you&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could stop myself from feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;Fate would have it&lt;br /&gt;That was my mistake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you makes me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help losing myself in your memories&lt;br /&gt;Even if my heart should break&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down this way&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i can ever get back again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1741146897794249220?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1741146897794249220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=1741146897794249220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1741146897794249220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1741146897794249220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-mistake-ive-ever-made.html' title='Best Mistake I&apos;ve Ever Made'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-4796247529835144637</id><published>2008-04-13T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:51:59.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no look what you've done, You've made a fool of everyone...</title><content type='html'>The untainted cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Tainted paths beyond the tree&lt;br /&gt;To be blind is to be free:&lt;br /&gt;Rid of all that superficiality&lt;br /&gt;Die to me and die to them&lt;br /&gt;Bring about the change within&lt;br /&gt;So its been said so its been done&lt;br /&gt;I came across this broken path and now, im done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-4796247529835144637?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4796247529835144637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=4796247529835144637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4796247529835144637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4796247529835144637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-no-look-what-youve-done-youve-made.html' title='Oh no look what you&apos;ve done, You&apos;ve made a fool of everyone...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-8231427490012379725</id><published>2008-03-30T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:36:27.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>Do you know what it feels like loving someone who is in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatly missed and truly hated&lt;br /&gt;I have become what i most despise&lt;br /&gt;I miss what i was love what i have become&lt;br /&gt;And am the opposite of what is&lt;br /&gt;Blending truth and lies&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating soon in this silence&lt;br /&gt;What have i become?&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of the century&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest compulsion to echo my pain&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out the hollows of my inner being&lt;br /&gt;I am empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon sways gently in the niight of one fine day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-8231427490012379725?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8231427490012379725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=8231427490012379725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8231427490012379725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8231427490012379725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-know.html' title='Do You Know?'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-761854421011058146</id><published>2008-03-06T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:29:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>I cannot stand loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I am so full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;It drags you down&lt;br /&gt;It tears you apart&lt;br /&gt;Especially when u see memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;Heart aching feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Memories will never be better then they were&lt;br /&gt;They were bad, sad and full of pain&lt;br /&gt;Physical pain is bearable&lt;br /&gt;Heartache is pure torture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-761854421011058146?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/761854421011058146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=761854421011058146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/761854421011058146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/761854421011058146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/03/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-1145431230328120255</id><published>2008-02-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:49:49.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming Into The Heart Of Darkness</title><content type='html'>FWAAAAHHHH...........&lt;br /&gt;Hate.. Love.. Life.. Die..&lt;br /&gt;I Scream again tonight&lt;br /&gt;Standing in this place at the brink of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;I cant be mad now i brought this&lt;br /&gt;Upon myself&lt;br /&gt;I cant look back at the way it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I cant look at myself&lt;br /&gt;Streaming tears abhor the burning sensation&lt;br /&gt;Inside i melt i slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into oblivion i see&lt;br /&gt;My life there sliping before me&lt;br /&gt;You hindered me&lt;br /&gt;But i blame myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream i scream&lt;br /&gt;I cry i cry&lt;br /&gt;Without you i die inside&lt;br /&gt;I fight i fight&lt;br /&gt;the demons inside&lt;br /&gt;I struggle cuz all  wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted was you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1145431230328120255?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1145431230328120255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=1145431230328120255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1145431230328120255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1145431230328120255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/02/screaming-into-heart-of-darkness.html' title='Screaming Into The Heart Of Darkness'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-4431744397384740851</id><published>2008-02-14T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:19:21.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>Its Just a Feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad memory that refuses to go away&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from reality throught the throes of passivity&lt;br /&gt;Got to get out got to get away&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance at you&lt;br /&gt;To fly forever in joys of me and you&lt;br /&gt;Leave me my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Leave me my deceit&lt;br /&gt;Conceive the hatred and deny the love&lt;br /&gt;Break the heart that will never love&lt;br /&gt;What you going to do with this crying shame&lt;br /&gt;The love you made rusted away and cried in pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-4431744397384740851?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4431744397384740851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=4431744397384740851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4431744397384740851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4431744397384740851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/02/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5965494605651941437</id><published>2008-01-11T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:45:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Still Sleeps</title><content type='html'>I look tonight i look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Seething from the darkness that i hide&lt;br /&gt;Moving out and moving in&lt;br /&gt;Looking for whats right i see within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outstretched arm outstretched arms&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to me that is inside&lt;br /&gt;Loving me loving me&lt;br /&gt;The only truth that i truly truly see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nights, carried me&lt;br /&gt;Waking through the hours&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nights, carried me&lt;br /&gt;Waking through the hours&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun still sleeps The sun still sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Dream within , Awaken dreams&lt;br /&gt;I love you i love you&lt;br /&gt;The supreme notion of love awakens within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5965494605651941437?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5965494605651941437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5965494605651941437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5965494605651941437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5965494605651941437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/01/sun-still-sleeps.html' title='The Sun Still Sleeps'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7913116657227999442</id><published>2008-01-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:08:14.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Scream Tonight</title><content type='html'>Long hair Black eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotised Mesmerised&lt;br /&gt;I can see the long time around&lt;br /&gt;The short clock wound&lt;br /&gt;Hey Yo Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;Hey Yo Uh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming Solos blinding sides&lt;br /&gt;Meandering turns Endless lies&lt;br /&gt;I scream tonight i scream tonight&lt;br /&gt;Locking it down&lt;br /&gt;Hey Yo Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;Hey Yo Uh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short term silence&lt;br /&gt;Long term absence&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants it, helps it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7913116657227999442?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7913116657227999442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7913116657227999442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7913116657227999442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7913116657227999442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-scream-tonight.html' title='I Scream Tonight'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-6004644834374319897</id><published>2007-12-23T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:23:36.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Little Thing Called Love</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of you today&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that you were getting married&lt;br /&gt;I was in a monkey suit&lt;br /&gt;Tears streamed down my face&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sad would be the right thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture with a dimly bright smile&lt;br /&gt;Sang the prayers with big hearted cheer&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt in that dream&lt;br /&gt;We were together&lt;br /&gt;We were getting married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disillusioned&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned and heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;In tears i scream out your name&lt;br /&gt;In pain i writhe in agony&lt;br /&gt;In anguish i weep........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-6004644834374319897?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6004644834374319897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=6004644834374319897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6004644834374319897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/6004644834374319897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/12/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='Crazy Little Thing Called Love'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-1777224414497412861</id><published>2007-12-10T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:34:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunkissed Flame</title><content type='html'>So far into the daylight&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day&lt;br /&gt;When we were young&lt;br /&gt;Gentle in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Quick in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Cold, Obsolete&lt;br /&gt;Broken and utterly destroyed&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1777224414497412861?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1777224414497412861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=1777224414497412861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1777224414497412861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1777224414497412861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunkissed-flame.html' title='Sunkissed Flame'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7768676062650137620</id><published>2007-11-22T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:36:21.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>Cure me of this sickness deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;I am no more myself now and 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Shaken to the bone when i was told&lt;br /&gt;So many questions left unanswered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight tonight i set my pain aside&lt;br /&gt;Stretch out my hand and pull you in&lt;br /&gt;Justify all my misgivings and pain&lt;br /&gt;Bring you the feeling of faith and dispair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pull me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Or i will pull you in&lt;br /&gt;My world is shrinking and breaking&lt;br /&gt;My weariness growing thin&lt;br /&gt;I need you here tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7768676062650137620?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7768676062650137620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7768676062650137620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7768676062650137620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7768676062650137620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/11/charlie.html' title='Charlie'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5596146234493456043</id><published>2007-11-10T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:03:41.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade Out</title><content type='html'>I don't want to give my heart out&lt;br /&gt;I just dont want to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Forget about those broken feelings&lt;br /&gt;This little heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fade out of the picture&lt;br /&gt;Remain plain out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understands this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I hide deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring out all my memories&lt;br /&gt;Burn the ones of you&lt;br /&gt;Walk back into the future&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life dont get me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;We'll all die someday&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to the end&lt;br /&gt;Will I be free one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misery neverending&lt;br /&gt;Misery so sad to see&lt;br /&gt;Symphony all around thee&lt;br /&gt;Despair forever I will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade out in time&lt;br /&gt;Disappear into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the glass&lt;br /&gt;Watching time pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;The life of lost love&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful cries&lt;br /&gt;Numbness of the soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5596146234493456043?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5596146234493456043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5596146234493456043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5596146234493456043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5596146234493456043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/11/fade-out.html' title='Fade Out'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-4933820164400962228</id><published>2007-11-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:04:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Time Will Tell</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it gets lonely down here&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the blue, in the midst of the alien cold&lt;br /&gt;The view of your back&lt;br /&gt;The trailing scent of you I miss&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you dont see&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What its like to be alone when you're down&lt;br /&gt;What its like when you want to scream out loud&lt;br /&gt;What its like when you got nobody to hold&lt;br /&gt;What its like to be so alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-4933820164400962228?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4933820164400962228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=4933820164400962228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4933820164400962228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4933820164400962228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-time-will-tell.html' title='Only Time Will Tell'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5758551198012315403</id><published>2007-10-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:32:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Deprived of the Little Things in life</title><content type='html'>Corrupt the embrace that warms me&lt;br /&gt;Cold hard floors I slowly take liberties with&lt;br /&gt;Exercise my right to disillusion&lt;br /&gt;Begin my quest to fill my soul beyond&lt;br /&gt;Conscious conscience is wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;People irritate me&lt;br /&gt;People refuse me&lt;br /&gt;People HATE me&lt;br /&gt;Stranger in a strange land i will be&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5758551198012315403?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5758551198012315403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5758551198012315403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5758551198012315403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5758551198012315403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-deprived-of-little-things-in-life.html' title='I am Deprived of the Little Things in life'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-2436460620297249741</id><published>2007-10-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T03:58:45.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry My Lungs Out Spilling Blood Unto The Floor Of Oblivion</title><content type='html'>Flowing from the veins out into the open&lt;br /&gt;The creation of dreams crushed in an instant&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for a lifetime of love gone&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning the blame on himself&lt;br /&gt;Pushing away any semblance of rational thought&lt;br /&gt;Crying for hope to become reality&lt;br /&gt;Seeing things that are not always there&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy kills the soul&lt;br /&gt;Blatant longings heartfelt and broken&lt;br /&gt;I loved and died the day you said goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-2436460620297249741?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2436460620297249741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=2436460620297249741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2436460620297249741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/2436460620297249741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/10/cry-my-lungs-out-spilling-blood-unto.html' title='Cry My Lungs Out Spilling Blood Unto The Floor Of Oblivion'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7216446176440773799</id><published>2007-10-14T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:17:19.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Long... Too Long...</title><content type='html'>Its been so hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;The neverending facts of life&lt;br /&gt;The death of an oncoming dream&lt;br /&gt;The birth of something without not within&lt;br /&gt;Sensing the right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;But indifference sets in&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares whats is the truth&lt;br /&gt;I am I what are u not for me to decide&lt;br /&gt;We are in the dumps you know it&lt;br /&gt;The signs are eminent&lt;br /&gt;Men die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7216446176440773799?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7216446176440773799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7216446176440773799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7216446176440773799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7216446176440773799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/10/too-long-too-long.html' title='Too Long... Too Long...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-5672174223715776592</id><published>2007-07-19T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:00:22.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Lillies</title><content type='html'>Have heart my dear, we are bound to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Even if its for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Creating a ripple in the splash of high waters&lt;br /&gt;Effecting a change in the heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the thoughts of you have lingered on&lt;br /&gt;Wake up heed the call, even if u cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside u here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if caring for you isn't enough, i have to contend with myself and one other&lt;br /&gt;This head can only have one, you.&lt;br /&gt;Placing the focus away, i have met a few.&lt;br /&gt;Those three words, blind my thoughts, not enough&lt;br /&gt;Fly by and burst through, why dont you&lt;br /&gt;Imagination runs wild, attracted to the wild lillies around&lt;br /&gt;Enough to burst into life a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with oft lonely thoughts, wild runnings and chasing dreams&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and running all around&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside my dreams but never lost in love&lt;br /&gt;I've got wires all around me, going in and crawling out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;Tears are making tracks down my face and yours&lt;br /&gt;Got to get this through and clear of you&lt;br /&gt;Hope is reflecting your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright my dear, i see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Confusion, sadness and cares of the world&lt;br /&gt;Running down corridors and automatic doors&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you one day, I'll see this life through&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the situation now.&lt;br /&gt;You would never know&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, but its different now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attracted to you and you&lt;br /&gt;I'll find you somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Show you how much i care.&lt;br /&gt;Bring out this dream and seek the jealousy in me&lt;br /&gt;One day leave behind my everything and feel winter's embrace&lt;br /&gt;The bittersweet embrace of the one love I'll never have&lt;br /&gt;Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse people, but dont be&lt;br /&gt;I make people think, please dont&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it and leave it as that&lt;br /&gt;I am not that hard to crack am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-5672174223715776592?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5672174223715776592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=5672174223715776592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5672174223715776592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/5672174223715776592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/07/spider-lillies.html' title='Spider Lillies'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-4988934582699032202</id><published>2007-07-16T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:40:23.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly you took my smile away...</title><content type='html'>Everytime i think of you, i cannot help but feel a bout of blue&lt;br /&gt;Saying maybe this what if that, hoping for fruition of something mutual&lt;br /&gt;Cross referenced with the touch of an angel i falter&lt;br /&gt;Promised to have and to hold, i am losing grip of you&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said crushes won't ever last long?&lt;br /&gt;The dumbfounded romance of the self upon individual&lt;br /&gt;Feeling you when u are near, or have i got it all wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Mustering the courage of a lion or even a Samuel&lt;br /&gt;Not mattering and leaving it be, something will happen but it will not be me&lt;br /&gt;Flutters the heart a mighty dance, maybe i really got it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let the heart lead me on, questing for the one that is true to heart&lt;br /&gt;The wait for the arrival of the fabled kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;Lift the open hand and patiently determine if this is the one&lt;br /&gt;Fall in step and bring about the night of uninhibited freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-4988934582699032202?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4988934582699032202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=4988934582699032202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4988934582699032202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/4988934582699032202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/07/sadly-you-took-my-smile-away.html' title='Sadly you took my smile away...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-1334562811843193175</id><published>2007-06-10T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:02:03.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find your Natural High</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it takes only that one thought to blot out what has been done&lt;br /&gt;The need to resuscitate the once broken breathless insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Contradiction of a melevolent account, can you read my mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1334562811843193175?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1334562811843193175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=1334562811843193175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1334562811843193175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1334562811843193175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/06/find-your-natural-high.html' title='Find your Natural High'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7836438827374653293</id><published>2007-05-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:17:41.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work....</title><content type='html'>Its been so so long since i last said something. My birthday has passed.. Im 21 now.. Sch has been interesting weird and busy. Life has suddenly become so busy. Joined Knightsfall jamming our way to an album.. hahaz.. Tired out as it is and waiting for something easier to come by.. Woohoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7836438827374653293?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7836438827374653293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7836438827374653293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7836438827374653293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7836438827374653293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-work.html' title='Work Work....'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-7809484346672792730</id><published>2007-04-19T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:43:01.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise and All Glory Be to God forever and ever Amen!!</title><content type='html'>Praise God!!! Hahaz... I passed my Traffice Police Test today!! Praise God.. Thank God for He really pulled me through the test. Today onwards Aaron/Noraa Chan is an official biker riding A Bajaj Pulsar.. Woohoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-7809484346672792730?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7809484346672792730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=7809484346672792730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7809484346672792730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/7809484346672792730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/04/praise-and-all-glory-be-to-god-forever.html' title='Praise and All Glory Be to God forever and ever Amen!!'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-1519833391492960668</id><published>2007-03-21T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:29:37.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Had Enough Of Being Played Out by People...</title><content type='html'>I have brought you,&lt;br /&gt;that our passions may fuse and merge -&lt;br /&gt;in your mind you've already succumbed to me&lt;br /&gt;dropped all defences completely succumbed to me -&lt;br /&gt;now you are here with me: no second thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;you've decided, decided ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return -&lt;br /&gt;no backward glances:&lt;br /&gt;the games we've played till now are at an end ...&lt;br /&gt;Past all thought of "if" or "when" -&lt;br /&gt;no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What raging fire shall flood the soul?&lt;br /&gt;What rich desire unlocks its door?&lt;br /&gt;What sweet seduction lies before us ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return,&lt;br /&gt;the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the point of no return ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brought me to that moment where words run dry,&lt;br /&gt;to that moment where speech disappears into silence,&lt;br /&gt;silence ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come here, hardly knowing&lt;br /&gt;the reason why ...&lt;br /&gt;In my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I've already imagined our bodies entwining&lt;br /&gt;defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided, decided ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return -&lt;br /&gt;no going back now:&lt;br /&gt;our passion-play has now, at last, begun ...&lt;br /&gt;Past all thought of right or wrong -&lt;br /&gt; one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom?&lt;br /&gt;When will the flames, at last, consume us ...?&lt;br /&gt;Past the point of no return the final threshold -&lt;br /&gt;the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn ...&lt;br /&gt;We've passed the point of no return ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-1519833391492960668?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1519833391492960668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=1519833391492960668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1519833391492960668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/1519833391492960668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-had-enough-of-being-played-out.html' title='I Have Had Enough Of Being Played Out by People...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-8691333397694189311</id><published>2007-03-13T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:12:42.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>Woohoo... Been a very hectic month after CNY.. So busy so many things to do. Yay.. getting my riding license soon. TP coming up as soon as possible.. I have decided to go SIM study Bachelor of Arts Communication. Must admit in being a tad disappointed for not ever going to attend NUS or NTU and experieincing the campus life of Singapore. I must say it sometimes is very hurting when friends start talking about going on to doing stuff in NUS and NTU and sharing mutual experiences. Sad but true. I am never ever going to go in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-8691333397694189311?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8691333397694189311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=8691333397694189311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8691333397694189311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/8691333397694189311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/03/nearing-beginning.html' title='Nearing The Beginning...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-117188479827210565</id><published>2007-02-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:33:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guys Finish Last and Lonely.. So what's New?</title><content type='html'>Take a photograph,&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the last,&lt;br /&gt;Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a past&lt;br /&gt;I just have a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Not a family or honest plea remains to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day,&lt;br /&gt;All the world is waiting for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you I want,&lt;br /&gt;Or just the notion&lt;br /&gt;Of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say from here,&lt;br /&gt;Your getting closer now,&lt;br /&gt;We are never sad cause we are not allowed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day,&lt;br /&gt;All the world is waiting for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day,&lt;br /&gt;All the world is waiting for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lie here under you,&lt;br /&gt;Is all that I could ever do,&lt;br /&gt;To lie here under you is all,&lt;br /&gt;To lie here under you is all that i could ever do,&lt;br /&gt;To lie here under you is all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day,&lt;br /&gt;All the world is waiting for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day,&lt;br /&gt;All the world is waiting for the sun,&lt;br /&gt;All the world is waiting for the sun,&lt;br /&gt;All the world is waiting for the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-117188479827210565?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/117188479827210565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=117188479827210565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/117188479827210565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/117188479827210565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/02/nice-guys-finish-last-and-lonely-so.html' title='Nice Guys Finish Last and Lonely.. So what&apos;s New?'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-117007969535407806</id><published>2007-01-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:08:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner Or Later...</title><content type='html'>Crushes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;They hurt more when you know its not a crush anymore&lt;br /&gt;The thought of spurned love&lt;br /&gt;The thought of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;The idea of never finding anybody else that can make you feel that peculiar joy&lt;br /&gt;The one that lifts your spirits the way nothing else can&lt;br /&gt;Something that time will never repair&lt;br /&gt;A wound never to be closed&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows how its like&lt;br /&gt;Non as much as the one that is in this plight&lt;br /&gt;In tears run dry&lt;br /&gt;We cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-117007969535407806?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/117007969535407806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=117007969535407806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/117007969535407806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/117007969535407806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/01/sooner-or-later.html' title='Sooner Or Later...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116965054569804072</id><published>2007-01-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:55:45.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me</title><content type='html'>Lord, Help me walk&lt;br /&gt;Another mile, just one more mile;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of walkin' all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Help me smile&lt;br /&gt;Another smile, just one more smile;&lt;br /&gt;You know I just can't make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I needed help before;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could get by - by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I just can't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;With a humble heart, on bended knee,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beggin' You, please, Help Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down from Your golden&lt;br /&gt;And throne to me, to lowly me;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the touch of Your tender hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the chains of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, Lord let me see;&lt;br /&gt;Just where I fit into your master plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I needed help before;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could get by - by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I just can't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;With a humble heart, on bended knee,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beggin' You, please, Help Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116965054569804072?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116965054569804072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116965054569804072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116965054569804072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116965054569804072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/01/help-me.html' title='Help Me'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116965022248027267</id><published>2007-01-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:50:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gonna Cut You Down</title><content type='html'>You can run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell that long tongue liar&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell that midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rambler,&lt;br /&gt;The gambler,&lt;br /&gt;The back biter&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news&lt;br /&gt;My head's been wet with the midnight dew&lt;br /&gt;I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to me in the voice so sweet&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet&lt;br /&gt;He called my name and my heart stood still&lt;br /&gt;When he said, "John go do My will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell that long tongue liar&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell that midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rambler,&lt;br /&gt;The gambler,&lt;br /&gt;The back biter&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand&lt;br /&gt;Workin' in the dark against your fellow man&lt;br /&gt;But as sure as God made black and white&lt;br /&gt;What's done in the dark will be brought to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Run on for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later God'll cut you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell that long tongue liar&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell that midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rambler,&lt;br /&gt;The gambler,&lt;br /&gt;The back biter&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116965022248027267?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116965022248027267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116965022248027267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116965022248027267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116965022248027267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/01/gods-gonna-cut-you-down.html' title='God&apos;s Gonna Cut You Down'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116955934630571312</id><published>2007-01-23T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:35:46.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work....</title><content type='html'>Over the hills and far away&lt;br /&gt;No mind can fathom what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;The realisation that i have a partner&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to stop and ponder&lt;br /&gt;Quite a handful of new people i know&lt;br /&gt;Wish it would have been easier though&lt;br /&gt;There is really no escape from this&lt;br /&gt;Bashing through with a sweet sweet kiss&lt;br /&gt;Been newly crowned as a saltshaker&lt;br /&gt;Not really something i would have bothered&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were somehow here again&lt;br /&gt;Never ever would my days be plain&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird and lousy&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116955934630571312?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116955934630571312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116955934630571312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116955934630571312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116955934630571312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-work.html' title='Work Work....'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116831091671615150</id><published>2007-01-09T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T10:48:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Again....</title><content type='html'>Sleepless Nights Spent Endlessly Thinking And Pondering&lt;br /&gt;Cannont Really be Understood The Reasons Why I Do&lt;br /&gt;But I do&lt;br /&gt;Still Thinking About You, Refusing To Do Anything&lt;br /&gt;I'm Done Doing Something, Nothing Satisfies Me&lt;br /&gt;Beyond The Brink Of Consciousness I Dream&lt;br /&gt;Aware Of The Consequence I Face&lt;br /&gt;I Love You But I Can't Face You and I Cannot Be With You&lt;br /&gt;Unworthy Of The Slightest Hope, Death Is A Quick Remedy&lt;br /&gt;Its Not My Time. Not Til I Find You Again&lt;br /&gt;I Need You. The Warmth The Strength The Heart The Love&lt;br /&gt;Burns.&lt;br /&gt;The Nights I Spend Thinking Of You And What Might Have Been&lt;br /&gt;Such A Painful Memory I Want to Erase&lt;br /&gt;Writing Is A Sin And I Lost My Muse&lt;br /&gt;Cry, I Want To But It Never Came Back To Me&lt;br /&gt;Not Since You Left Me&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116831091671615150?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116831091671615150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116831091671615150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116831091671615150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116831091671615150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/01/raining-again.html' title='Raining Again....'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116783905574714050</id><published>2007-01-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:44:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>ARH... Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;The new year is here... haiz... New year.. yay... Happy New Year All... Please enjoy. Dont do stupid things.. Hahaz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116783905574714050?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116783905574714050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116783905574714050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116783905574714050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116783905574714050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116554723682075898</id><published>2006-12-08T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:07:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb people that sabo us all...</title><content type='html'>Irresponsibility. Something that i hate most. Something that i try my best to improve on for myself because i know it will affect people around. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hello.. people.. wake up.. There is no point trying to cover your own ass. YOU people are a disappointment. Do not commit to something that u end up not being able to commit to. YOU GIVE PEOPLE ALOT OF PROBLEMS. I cannot stand it when people who are not involved get dragged in to do your work. I cannot stand it when you are told something simple to do and you end up being very very ineffectual by saying 'oh, im so busy with my stuff i cant do this, i cant do that....' blah blah blah. IF YOU CANT DO IT THEN DONT COMMIT TO DOING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. STUPID or what? No brains? No cow sense. Wake up larhz. Anything else would just be vulgar and an extreme waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116554723682075898?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116554723682075898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116554723682075898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116554723682075898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116554723682075898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/12/dumb-people-that-sabo-us-all.html' title='Dumb people that sabo us all...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116554641951526441</id><published>2006-12-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:53:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By God, I am a FREE man... Call me MISTER</title><content type='html'>ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD ORD LOHZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished the 2 years of nonsense that is the army. The 2 years of time wasted seeing hoe the stupid govt plans your life and screws is up and how i screw it back with them... Stupid places filled with stupid people... I AM DONE WITH IT ALL... YAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free... Call me Mister... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAZ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116554641951526441?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116554641951526441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116554641951526441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116554641951526441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116554641951526441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/12/by-god-i-am-free-man-call-me-mister.html' title='By God, I am a FREE man... Call me MISTER'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116498327133280734</id><published>2006-12-01T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:27:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was beauty personified.</title><content type='html'>Whilst I see you still do not have the time to update, I shall do the honours for you, especially since today is one of those awesome days to read blogs and blog. Shall tell you more about the blogs I read today next time. Some are incredibly crap-like, some are a little more intellectual, yet still crap-like all the same. Its not difficult to come across blogs with substance these days, but it still is difficult to come across those which are influential for the good of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to post some random pictures I took with Jackson today, but I decided against it, because your blog looks better without colourful photos which totally make no sense whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my girlfriend Charlene will be a working woman for the next couple of weeks, means that shopping dates are delayed/cancelled. Haha. I never really enjoyed shopping. But now that I know exactly what I want, I have the undying need to go shopping. &lt;em&gt;(I have never said that before)&lt;/em&gt; Considering my folks haven't been in town for the past few weeks, I have been such a good girl, the only place where my money seems to be going to is food and cab fares. Its a terrible loss, I know. I have plans on going Queensway and getting myself that awesome pair of Puma shoes, of course after visiting the Puma outlet at Heeren &lt;em&gt;(I suppose Heeren's is more up-to-date than the Queensway designs I saw previously). &lt;/em&gt;After which, I need to hunt for more clothes to wear in light of the approaching Festive Season. Seeing that I haven't really been shopping for a whole year, I think it is time to get some new clothes. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wasn't that a disgusting paragraph? But please note whatever I have said is, in fact, true. I dislike people who blog about their shopping sprees or how they need to satisfy their shopaholic tendancies. And that paragraph is merely the tip of the iceburg of shopping rubbish-ity people blog about. Wake up your idea lah people, get a life. Blogging about these things only add on to the heaps of internet garbage already available in such a public domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I am indeed looking forward to a new school year. Actually, not really. Not that I want to continue slacking at home and having lots of "me-time", also not that I despise the idea of studying, but, I just don't want to be put into that new unfamiliar environment. Don't get me wrong though. I might be an introvert, but I welcome change, and I adapt to change quickly and I like making the best out of it. But that's a totally different issue which I am presently too lazy, or rather, can't be bothered to go into now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears are rejecting certain kinds of music now. And suddenly my entire iTunes playlist doesn't seem to appeal to me. In such circumstances, it's best to just switch it off. &lt;em&gt;*presses the little X button* &lt;/em&gt;Much better, silence, is good for your soul. Hais, just realised it's 10.17pm and I missed Ghost Whisperer on Channel 5. Oh well, I can always find something more fulfilling to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly crave for a delicious Subway meal. &lt;em&gt;*pauses to ponder about something else* &lt;/em&gt;Right, anyway, I think I'm getting tired of blogging now. I need to do something else before I go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise Cheong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116498327133280734?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116498327133280734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116498327133280734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116498327133280734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116498327133280734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-was-beauty-personified.html' title='She was beauty personified.'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116399761751264491</id><published>2006-11-20T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:24:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou, you is rocks.</title><content type='html'>I figured that it is time to give this blog a little revivement (if there's such a word) and rejuvination (??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is it WRONG to miss your ex-husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that&lt;br /&gt;you're jealous because your husband went on a honeymoon with his evil "wife"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Because she IS his wife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to divorce your&lt;br /&gt;current husband because you want your previous husband back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that your ex-husband has another girlfriend now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. Because you dumped him first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that you're&lt;br /&gt;planning to kill your current husband's "wife"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is revealed! And yet I still don't get it. Aaron, boy you must be looking forward to ORD, which is in like, a few weeks time I suppose? Your vegetable days are merely beginning! O levels ended earlier than I anticipated, and suddenly I've got quite a lot of free time to do useless good-for-nothing things. I suppose that's not good. My parents are away for 2 weeks, and suddenly I have more freedom than ever. Planning to INITIAL D around the carpark with my reckless cousin. And yes, with my dad's car. HAHAHAH. The only problem with that is that we don't know how to reverse park. So we're probably going to park head first. My dad probably won't notice the difference when he comes back, unless he takes a photo and realises that the car moved 2 inches, or rather, is parked the other way around. Aaron, faster &lt;em&gt;stop &lt;/em&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a lovely Monday morning, sunshine after rain, the beginning of a beautiful day. Maybe that's because I'm getting something brand new, black, shiny, sleek and handsome today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Enjoy your last few weeks of working for the SAF and have a God-inspired day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only,&lt;br /&gt;Denise Cheong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116399761751264491?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116399761751264491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116399761751264491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116399761751264491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116399761751264491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/11/jay-chou-you-is-rocks.html' title='Jay Chou, you is rocks.'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116230331946674922</id><published>2006-10-31T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:08:07.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE LITERATURE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;IMPACT OF THE HEADMASTER ON KRISHNA.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headmaster initially strikes Krishna as a mentally unsound and an eccentric man. Upon the first time of meeting the headmaster, Krishna already had an indifferent impression of the Headmaster. This is evident from "He struck me as an extraodrinary man." The headmaster also planted a deep interest and curiosity in Krishna then. Krishna wanted to know more about him, as seen in "I found him more and more fascinating." Krishna desired to draw closer to him, finding him as a very intriguing character. Krishna also believed that he was about to make "a profound contact in life" through the headmaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the text, Krishna is exposed to the background and further insights of the headmaster, especially after knowing that the headmaster runs his own school for children, under his "Leave Along System". Krishna then found this system very attractive as it was far different than the British education system that he so strongly detests. This is evident from "This education has reduced us to a nation of morons, strangers to our own culture, camp followers of another culture, feeding on leavings and garbage." In contrast, the Leave Alone System doesn't spoon-feed or discipline the students excessively, very unlike the system in Albert Mission College. This is indeed a refreshing contrast to Krishna's life. Upon seeing the passion the headmaster has for his school, Krishna is drawn towards the school, which emphasizes on the importance of childhood, which is spontaneous and natural, free from rationalism, religion and other systems of thought, which Krishna later realises that that indeed is his real purpose in life. The headmaster believes in working off "the curse of adulthood" and to "speak plainly, without the varnish of the adult world". From examples like these, Krishna finally realises that that is what he has been trying to escape from, the "false education" in his college, and finally leaves the college to be a teacher in the headmaster's school, finally satisfying his "innermost aspirations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna is also often seen in awe of the headmaster's outlook in life and enthusiasm in teaching the children at his school. The headmaster seems always happy and at peace (something which Krishna has long desired), despite his dysfunctional family, consisting of his unreasonable wife and "wild" children. The headmaster seems to have failed miserably in his role as a father in upbringing his own children, yet he puts his entire life's purpose and his very existance in taking care of the children in his school, which is very ironic in fact. However, the headmaster does not let his family affect him in his aim in educating the children in his school, partly because he thought he knew the exact hour of his death. Other than that, he was a satisfied man, leaving his wife, children and neighbourhood to live at his school, focusing on attaining a genuine lifestyle, his commitment to living the truth of what he truely believes in. This is evident in "I strictly want to live according to my own plan of living and not subordinate it for anybody's sake." Krishna later on adopts this idea of a more genuine lifestyle and resigns from his job at the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna would never have decided to resign from his job if it weren't for the headmaster. At one point, he thought of giving up, when he said "One works for money.. said I in my sober cynicism." However, seeing the headmaster being so headstrong in his life, Krishna decides to discard the importance of money, to let go of his child Leela in seeing that "She must have her own life" and seeks "an inner peace" and a more harmonious existance in working at the headmaster's school. Krishna also finds much "delight and enlightenment" in teaching the children. From this I can see that through very subtle encounters with the headmaster, the headmaster indeed helped Krishna rediscover life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHA. I CAN'T EVEN REACH 5 PARAGRAPHS. CAN FILL TWO SIDES OF FOOLSCAP PAPER OR NOT!? This essay needs to be improved within 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the headmaster is tested. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Denise CHEONG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116230331946674922?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116230331946674922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116230331946674922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116230331946674922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116230331946674922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-literature.html' title='I LOVE LITERATURE.'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116098101947381479</id><published>2006-10-16T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:46:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Cheong-san one-man regime is finally here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The NK Story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flee Aaron, FLEE! WMD is commiinng..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*KABOOM*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALARM signal is being played island-wide. You duck under the table for cover. "WHAT TO DO? WHAT TO DO?!" You wait anxiously, chewing your fingernails off. You start freaking out and burst into profuse sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*KABOOM*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;em&gt; scream&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are squatting, under your table made of sheer cheap wood, in your brand new shabby apartment you just rented along macpherson road, shivering in fear of the square-jawed North Koreans. You have no radio, "I should have listened to the SCDF when they told me to buy one." You curse upon your apparent unreadiness. You wait, and wait, in painful anticipation of the ALL CLEAR SIGNAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the dead, still silence you reside in, you hear footsteps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TO BE CONTINUED-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NAOMI VICE&lt;/u&gt; (sneak preview)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 october - tragedy. she stole my true love away. why naomi, why.&lt;br /&gt;miyagi is mine. but because he is yours first, that's why he must celebrate birthday for you. but be wary my dear naomi, for i will come looking for you, in your darkest memory. because you know, and i know, that he's not the one for you. miyagi is mine.&lt;br /&gt;so naomi, don't fear the nights and the bitter cold, because both you and i know why i'm there. self-deception is easy. but you can't fool me, naomi. not now, not ever. so give back what doesn't belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stealing is a sin, didn't you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to dig out these stories and editted them a bit. well, look forward to more stories coming your way! for now, take care and &lt;em&gt;huan ying&lt;/em&gt;, enjoy. =\ (whatever that means.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Cheong-san.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116098101947381479?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116098101947381479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116098101947381479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116098101947381479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116098101947381479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheong-san-one-man-regime-is-finally.html' title='the Cheong-san one-man regime is finally here.'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-116040000409456078</id><published>2006-10-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:20:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more months to ORD!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Some people live their dreams&lt;br /&gt;Some people close their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Some people´s destiny&lt;br /&gt;Passes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no guarantees&lt;br /&gt;There are no alibis&lt;br /&gt;That´s how our love must be&lt;br /&gt;Don´t ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It take´s some time&lt;br /&gt;God knows how long&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my heart stops breakin´&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating&lt;br /&gt;As soon as forever is through&lt;br /&gt;I´ll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering times gone by&lt;br /&gt;Promises we once made&lt;br /&gt;What are the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were the nights&lt;br /&gt;Holding you close&lt;br /&gt;Someday I´ll forget them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my heart stops breakin´&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating&lt;br /&gt;As soon as forever is through&lt;br /&gt;I´ll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my heart stops breakin´&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Someday I´ll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my heart stops breakin´&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Someday I´ll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my heaaah...&lt;br /&gt;(As soon as my heart stops breakin´ Anticipating)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-116040000409456078?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/116040000409456078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=116040000409456078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116040000409456078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/116040000409456078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-more-months-to-ord.html' title='2 more months to ORD!!!!!!!'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-115927948350474377</id><published>2006-09-26T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:04:43.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe......... Maybe Not......</title><content type='html'>I Look At You You Look At Me (You Can't Help It You're Feeling Butterflies)&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious, We have Chemistry (I think I know it cuz it feels so right)&lt;br /&gt;Girl I wanted so long to know&lt;br /&gt;Now Your telling me you gotta let it go (Dont Tell Me I have to start all over again)&lt;br /&gt;I Never thought that this day would come (This is somthing that i've wanted in my life)&lt;br /&gt;I realize that you're the one (and you're telling me its time to say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;To Put this out of my heart It ain't gonna change&lt;br /&gt;So it shouldn't be so easy to walk away (You feel it I feel it lets not be tense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I Don't Know What Love Is Maybe I'm A Fool&lt;br /&gt;I Just Know What I'm Feeling And It's All Because Of You&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tell Me I Don't Know I Want The Truth&lt;br /&gt;Cuz They Call It We Call It You Call It I Call It Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so clear for you to see (dont let anybody tell you what to do)&lt;br /&gt;Why they can't they just let us be happy (i dont want to find somebody new)&lt;br /&gt;If you know what's real in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Then dont let them tear us apart (Cuz you feel it I feel it Lets think this through)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I Don't Know What Love Is Maybe I'm A Fool&lt;br /&gt;I Just Know What I'm Feeling And It's All Because Of You&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tell Me I Don't Know I Want The Truth&lt;br /&gt;Cuz They Call It We Call It You Call It I Call It Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have a bond thats unbreakable And its not time to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And now that we know its real&lt;br /&gt;We are going to let it show To the whole world&lt;br /&gt;That I'm yours forever and you're my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I Don't Know What Love Is Maybe I'm A Fool&lt;br /&gt;I Just Know What I'm Feeling And It's All Because Of You&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tell Me I Don't Know I Want The Truth&lt;br /&gt;Cuz They Call It We Call It You Call It I Call It Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-115927948350474377?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/115927948350474377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=115927948350474377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115927948350474377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115927948350474377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-maybe-not.html' title='Maybe......... Maybe Not......'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-115919412213303643</id><published>2006-09-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:22:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be</title><content type='html'>Breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like.&lt;br /&gt;Is it over yet, in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil mind.&lt;br /&gt;Is it over yet? I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll throw it all away, get away, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the breath right out of me.&lt;br /&gt;You left a hole where my heart should be.&lt;br /&gt;You got to fight just to make it through,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I will be the death of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be all over soon. Pour salt into the open wound.&lt;br /&gt;Is it over yet? Let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can findthe fire in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll throw it all away, get away, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the breath right out of me.&lt;br /&gt;You left a hole where my heart should be.&lt;br /&gt;You got to fight just to make it through,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I will be the death of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm hating, realize, start hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the breath right out of me.&lt;br /&gt;You left a hole where my heart should be.&lt;br /&gt;You got to fight just to make it through,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I will be the death of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-115919412213303643?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/115919412213303643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=115919412213303643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115919412213303643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115919412213303643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-take-breath-right-out-of-me-you.html' title='You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-115919359875160852</id><published>2006-09-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:13:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I just lay here</title><content type='html'>I'm back again... yay... So many months.. too much work.. RSAF Open House.. went nuts. Came back... Now i'm just waiting for ORD.. hahaz.. December 7 here i come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-115919359875160852?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/115919359875160852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=115919359875160852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115919359875160852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115919359875160852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-just-lay-here.html' title='If I just lay here'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-115616256322206033</id><published>2006-08-21T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:16:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.....</title><content type='html'>WHAHAHA.. Finally I have the opportunity to use the computer for a long enuff time. Wireless Rocks. Yay.. will update more soon.. Soo busy now.. working on the invites for RSAF open house.. AH.... I'm so gonna post some writing soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-115616256322206033?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/115616256322206033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=115616256322206033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115616256322206033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115616256322206033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='Finally.....'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-115363062236266378</id><published>2006-07-23T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:57:02.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably in late June early July...</title><content type='html'>Silence Of A Different Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be said how the heart truly feels&lt;br /&gt;It gets broken again and again&lt;br /&gt;Mending takes too much&lt;br /&gt;Burdened by multiple wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence once again evades me&lt;br /&gt;And I am on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Weary and unassured&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found a way&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it hasn't come&lt;br /&gt;It won't, Yes it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care too much to think about it&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;But I am at a sudden loss of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Cry cry cry&lt;br /&gt;Too much too late&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done&lt;br /&gt;A tear will still be a tear&lt;br /&gt;No mending will make it perfect again&lt;br /&gt;Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence and I rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Silence I cannot find&lt;br /&gt;Dark have my dreams been&lt;br /&gt;of a tired and lonely scene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-115363062236266378?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/115363062236266378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=115363062236266378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115363062236266378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115363062236266378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/07/probably-in-late-june-early-july.html' title='Probably in late June early July...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-115363010298477813</id><published>2006-07-23T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:48:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah Long Time</title><content type='html'>Been so long.. Hahaz. so much has happened and  everything is crazy.. Youth camp, church camp and lots of other stuff. and we end up here.. I finally got time to update so i'll update smth i wrote last month....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-115363010298477813?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/115363010298477813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=115363010298477813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115363010298477813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/115363010298477813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/07/woah-long-time.html' title='Woah Long Time'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114951141324491244</id><published>2006-06-05T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:43:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Numb and broken, here I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what were the last words I said to you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping, praying that I'll find a way to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Can I turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I give to behold&lt;br /&gt;The smile, the face of love?&lt;br /&gt;You never left me&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun will always speak your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb and broken, here I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what were the last words I said to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long, we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;What would I give to behold&lt;br /&gt;The smile, the face of love?&lt;br /&gt;You never left meThe rising sun will always speak your name&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long, we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Your memory is never passing&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long, we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mourn for those who never knew you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long, we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Your memory is never passing&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long, we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now more than ever...&lt;br /&gt;Not really the best days of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114951141324491244?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114951141324491244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114951141324491244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114951141324491244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114951141324491244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/06/numb-and-broken-here-i-stand-alone_05.html' title=''/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114847998615957064</id><published>2006-05-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:13:07.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Just Wanna................</title><content type='html'>Been a couple of days.. hahaz... Totally tiring its been doing very random stuff be it outside or at work... Constantly doing work cant sleep right and my clocks going heywire... Dumb phone cracked and i dont even know why... Talk about a bittersweet day. One moment it was good then i just died when i saw my phone.... Past few days have been good too.. Hahaz.. met up with Lynn after sooo long, totally enjoyed myself. Went to liquid kitchen... Hahaz.. its like the fourth time in a month.. talk about overkill. Haiz.. Feeling tired and slightly frustrated..  Nvm.. Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114847998615957064?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114847998615957064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114847998615957064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114847998615957064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114847998615957064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-just-wanna.html' title='Sometimes I Just Wanna................'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114770608146418118</id><published>2006-05-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:14:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140506 0322hrs</title><content type='html'>The time of facing one's demons is here&lt;br /&gt;I stand facing mine,&lt;br /&gt;I can only face them alone&lt;br /&gt;The choice i have at hand is clear to the mind&lt;br /&gt;The heart cannot and does not want to accept what is fact&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto even a single thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in one's own mistake is one mistake too far&lt;br /&gt;The mouth cannot express what the heart and mind truly mean&lt;br /&gt;The contradictions are non-apparent to me&lt;br /&gt;But the confusion will ruin even the best of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the demon towers over me&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for the obvious to happen&lt;br /&gt;For the right opportune to fall me&lt;br /&gt;The straight is tough but i will walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear not because i know i can trust&lt;br /&gt;I will make the decision, I will place my faith&lt;br /&gt;But the bankrupt will find the means to love again&lt;br /&gt;Invest his time into something he hopes will be fruitful&lt;br /&gt;Dig deep and search I only find fear and weariness&lt;br /&gt;Something still does not disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence still evades me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of two&lt;br /&gt;Less of one more of you&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a rational open notion&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114770608146418118?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114770608146418118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114770608146418118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114770608146418118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114770608146418118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/05/140506-0322hrs.html' title='140506 0322hrs'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114770527615845565</id><published>2006-05-15T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:01:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Your Brain Just Doesn't Seem to help at all....</title><content type='html'>Hellooo... Had a fun time last friday... Cooked spagetti for everyone.. Had fun shopping with Esther and Henry had fun talking to everybody and i was labelled a bimbo for exclaiming dat i wanna go shopping out loud... hahaz... Hung out with bryan david and evelyn after dat at siglap... Sat was all blur though... Lol.. ended up eating at marina south... Had soccer on sunday... The longest time since i last played.. Like at least a yr ago.. Whoo... today was a silly yet peaceful work day.... and tml i will be going to see the specialist at TTSH.. slack again.. My leave is approved... GOOD... I cant get this song out of my head... its by Olivia called Make It Mutual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make It Mutual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet moment by myself on the beach&lt;br /&gt;A sweet feeling that is swirling in me&lt;br /&gt;Its delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a sugar rush&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating oh so fast&lt;br /&gt;And i hope i dont fall into deep too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;We can take our time&lt;br /&gt;Let it go the natural way&lt;br /&gt;We begin as friends&lt;br /&gt;And who knows what&lt;br /&gt;Where this could be taking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this nice cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;Yes i am all at ease&lt;br /&gt;When I gush&lt;br /&gt;And ths sweet feeling comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny can't lie can't really face the truth&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder if you're feeling the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i would like?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get to know you more&lt;br /&gt;Make that mutual&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you know you wanna know me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;When you're here i feel your vibe&lt;br /&gt;And i hope i don't fall into deep too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the type&lt;br /&gt;Who'll rush into things&lt;br /&gt;And let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i like your type&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in this ride&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda silly but i'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun ppl.. i wrote something 2 nights ago.. Putting it up too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114770527615845565?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114770527615845565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114770527615845565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114770527615845565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114770527615845565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-your-brain-just-doesnt-seem.html' title='Sometimes Your Brain Just Doesn&apos;t Seem to help at all....'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114727082080852323</id><published>2006-05-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:20:21.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just bought 2 cds.. And got myself poor... Alas temptation...</title><content type='html'>Wat a tiring day yesterday... Had to sit out 2 wars in a day... major ones as well, one in the morning and one in the afternoon... Office politics at its ugliest.. Cant stand arguments, they make me feel dizzy... The skys were threatening to kill as well while i was on my way home... Today i finally registered for bike lessons... 1st lesson 26th may... didnt know there were dat many ppl learning bike... Work was weird, so was the day... Went shopping for 2 cds... wanted to buy only Red Hot Chilli Peppers but saw Olivia's aka Li Ting's cd... then bought it without really considering how poor i am... hahahaz... So i guess its time to scrimp and save... Cant wait for friday.. so excited... cell outing hahaz.. never felt like this in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the ground I rise to grace&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;Help me I'm out of breath again&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows somewhere to make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the comforter is come, whom i will send unto you from the Father&lt;br /&gt;even the spirit of truth, which proceedeth from the Father, He shall testify of Me&lt;br /&gt;John 15:26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114727082080852323?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114727082080852323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114727082080852323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114727082080852323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114727082080852323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-bought-2-cds-and-got-myself.html' title='I just bought 2 cds.. And got myself poor... Alas temptation...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114705958899316912</id><published>2006-05-08T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:39:49.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This day is..... an ordinary day......</title><content type='html'>Wat a day... I'm at home... hahaz... got a day off... whee... I'm still sick.. Have been sick since labour day... Ack.... Im slowly getting used to being called shalom cell... But i alredi love this cell group.. And I'm looking forward to having more to do with them and know them more... Anywayz... i love today as well... its a perfect ordinary day... 8th may.. has a nice ring to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080506&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest for silence is a contempt to my head&lt;br /&gt;The mind thinks what the heart cannot stop&lt;br /&gt;The mind thinks what the heart cannot want&lt;br /&gt;The heart wants what the mind cannot force&lt;br /&gt;The world of contradictions in one body&lt;br /&gt;Thinking one but saying another&lt;br /&gt;Saying one but thinking of another&lt;br /&gt;The question of forget and regret roll into one&lt;br /&gt;And from that one, many thoughts come upon&lt;br /&gt;me on this night and early morn&lt;br /&gt;A time of great joy and great mourn&lt;br /&gt;080506 2.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Silence evades me&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of two&lt;br /&gt;You remembered   You didnt&lt;br /&gt;Not yet anyway......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114705958899316912?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114705958899316912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114705958899316912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114705958899316912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114705958899316912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-day-is-ordinary-day.html' title='This day is..... an ordinary day......'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114527230765494717</id><published>2006-04-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:11:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh My.......</title><content type='html'>Hello again.... I just got posted to Personnel Admin section last week... Wow... made new friends and had a bit of fun... Still waiting to start working on Runway cycling... Now im just doing extra stuff like filing and typing random entries of information all day long... going nuts... hahaz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a girl,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems to know.&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing it loud,&lt;br /&gt;Sing it 'cos I'm feeling proud of love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take me away to another place,&lt;br /&gt;You show me a way to a higher grace.&lt;br /&gt;You take me away to another place,&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing it all with a happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can walk on the waves,&lt;br /&gt;Crashing through my own desire.&lt;br /&gt;Swing and sway,&lt;br /&gt;Dance until my demons fly away.&lt;br /&gt;This is love, this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114527230765494717?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114527230765494717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114527230765494717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114527230765494717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114527230765494717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-oh-my.html' title='My Oh My.......'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114404974055865098</id><published>2006-04-03T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:35:40.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure My Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Halox... Haha... i had smth to put up here but I'm not sure if i want to... Weird... Nvm... I'm still waiting to see if I can push for my 8 to 5 faster... soon...&lt;br /&gt;Im into old sch disco and mat rock songs this few days... hahaz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask, and it shall be given you;&lt;br /&gt;Seek, and ye shall find;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Matthew 7 : 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114404974055865098?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114404974055865098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114404974055865098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114404974055865098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114404974055865098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/04/cure-my-tragedy.html' title='Cure My Tragedy'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114326058544620213</id><published>2006-03-25T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:23:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Train</title><content type='html'>Helloo.... Long while... Hahaz... I thank God for helping me to speed up my downgrade process and also keep me at my original workplace.. Thank God... Now i can work 8 - 5 and serve God more... Whoopie hahaz.... Also sent in my Uni application again.. Had better work this time God willing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114326058544620213?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114326058544620213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114326058544620213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114326058544620213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114326058544620213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/03/runaway-train.html' title='Runaway Train'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114143978437103357</id><published>2006-03-04T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:36:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Fighting It...</title><content type='html'>Back from work yesterday... Was kinda moody yesterday probably tired too... It comes together... Took a can of tiger classic and got slping at arnd 2 am... Wanted to ask Jeff out for supper but gave up cuz he had smth else after W nI... Had so much wanted to take a walk alone to seletar reservoir... That would really have been mad... Anyayz got up at 945 today... Never so early in awhile... Church today, time to go and see my boys and start preparing stuff for cell... Work tml, sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in a maddening crowd&lt;br /&gt;Solitude in the face of a distant memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114143978437103357?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114143978437103357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114143978437103357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114143978437103357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114143978437103357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-still-fighting-it.html' title='We&apos;re Still Fighting It...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-114041150995327790</id><published>2006-02-20T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:58:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me The Meaning Of Being Happy...</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile... Very busy with lotsa stuff...mom is in australia right now and gonna be back on thursday... Valentines day was interesting, got invited to a picnic with Chui Li Evelyn and Joy along with Jeff and Chin at botanical gardens. Was fun but i was still kinda moody that day.. I think im gonna start hating this day where i see loving couples everywhere... Hahaz... While waiting for the girls i wrote a couple of stuff... I now have no idea if writing stuff makes me feel better or more depressed... I seriously reckon i'll go mad... Oh, Jeff got his driving license.. nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes BSB have the nicest most meaningful of songs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-114041150995327790?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/114041150995327790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=114041150995327790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114041150995327790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/114041150995327790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/02/show-me-meaning-of-being-happy.html' title='Show Me The Meaning Of Being Happy...'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759625.post-113914188716768984</id><published>2006-02-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:18:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year......</title><content type='html'>Past weeks been a chore... Totally tired out by work and everything outside it... Having a headache as to what i'm gonna do with certain issues im facing right now... God grant me wisdom.. Grant Ian the brains to know wat it is he has to do. Let him see where the hell he is going if he continues like this. 4 years and not a single thing has changed. An investment gone wrong. Im kinda losing money on this.. The speculator would sell but im not a stock guy so i cant. Not so worried about the rest as i am about Ian.. bet he doesnt know. Thinks we are victimising him so be it. We'll see wat happens then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Tired... very.. cant type straight... bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person turns to wrong, is it a want to be, belong?&lt;br /&gt;Part of things at any cost, at what price a life is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point do we begin, fighter spirit a will to win&lt;br /&gt;But what makes a man decide, take the wrong or righteous road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thin line between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;Wider divide that you can see between good and bad&lt;br /&gt;There's a grey place between black and white&lt;br /&gt;But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all like to put the blame on society these days&lt;br /&gt;But what kind of good or bad a new generation brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes take just more than that to survive be good at heart&lt;br /&gt;There is evil in some of us no matter what will never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hope, my soul will fly, so i will live forever&lt;br /&gt;Heart will die, my soul will fly, and i will live forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759625-113914188716768984?l=noraachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/feeds/113914188716768984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7759625&amp;postID=113914188716768984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/113914188716768984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759625/posts/default/113914188716768984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noraachan.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year......'/><author><name>noraa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771736278219421981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
