<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:36:01.225+08:00</updated><category term='M'/><category term='Aaron'/><category term='andy'/><category term='god bless msn'/><category term='i miss you already'/><category term='how was your day?'/><category term='Splurging'/><category term='Ikea'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='focooos ;)'/><category term='P'/><category term='random'/><category term='fuck off'/><category term='bands'/><category term='CRUNCHYROLL BLEAH'/><category term='School Fun'/><category term='EMO WANNABE FUCKERS'/><category term='For You (:'/><category term='Pushed to the Limits'/><category term='broke.'/><category term=':)'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Hello World'/><category term='Your&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Just rants.</title><subtitle type='html'>Need i really elaborate here? Just read my darn blog xD</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2540009812927661946</id><published>2009-12-04T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:50:56.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it that I don't trust you like how I should.&lt;div&gt;Why am I so doubtful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I delving in pessimism?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I jump to conclusions whenever something happens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, more than you'll ever know. But just give me time to  break free from the pessimism and the doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue to love me and mold me and I promise I'll make you the happiest man on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, just bear with me, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2540009812927661946?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2540009812927661946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2540009812927661946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-it-that-i-dont-trust-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6409741890305164475</id><published>2009-11-24T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:09:50.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;The greatest relationships are the ones you never expected to be in. The ones that swept you off your feet and challenged your ever view. The ones where you found yourself to be a better person because of who you were when he was around. The ones that made you wake up with a smile on your face no matter how corny it was. The ones that made everything right when it was wrong. the ones that caused you physical pain to leave because leaving meant losing a part of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest relationships are the ones you’ll always remember not because of their length, but because of who you were with. The ones where the memories make you want to laugh when you’re crying. The ones that make you believe that god exists, because no one else could have created someone so amazing. The ones that cause you to change for the better, even if you don’t realize it. the ones where you know you’re being honest with yourself, so much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest relationships are the ones where he called you lame and you just rolled your eyes because you knew he was kidding. The ones where you were comfortable around him because you knew he’d love you no matter what. The ones where love seemed to be the only answer. The ones that made you compromise because it was something you knew you wanted to last. The ones where you accepted what he did because you just wanted to see him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest relationships are the ones that changed your life. The ones that made you rethink your future because you knew it’d be better with him. The ones where you felt like your forever had finally appeared. The ones that made you question the ending. The ones that told you to push through the problems because eventually it would be better again. The ones where you broke your heart and his for his good, even when you couldn’t explain without breaking a rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest relationships are the ones where you care more about his happiness then you do about your own. The ones where you do what you do for his future, even if it means wrecking your present. The ones where you tell yourself to walk in the opposite direction, because you know there are just some things you can’t do. The ones when you cry not because it’s over, but because you know you lost not only him, but your best friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest relationships are the ones where you’ll thank him for being a part of your life, no matter how short. The ones where you’ll never forget him because he helped shape your view on love. The ones where you’ll always be there for him, whether or not he’ll accept that. The ones where he put up with your crap when he didn’t have to. The ones where your last tribute to him was doing something he never thought you’d do - and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest relationships are the ones where you’ll always love him, even when he’s forgotten all about you. The ones where you’re changed forever because of him. The ones that you will always smile about because while they were flawed, they were still amazing. The ones where you fought what you knew was going to happen because you couldn’t quite come to terms with losing him. the ones that remind you love lost is better than never having loved at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6409741890305164475?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6409741890305164475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6409741890305164475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-relationships.html' title='The Greatest Relationships'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-869959935733328187</id><published>2009-11-22T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:01:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck.</title><content type='html'>I really can't describe everything that i'm feeling right now.&lt;div&gt;You said you didn't want my parents to not like you anymore. So I went out and I did my thing. And my mum asked for you to come and help with the Christmas decorations. I told you how important this was to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you how much it meant to me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you'd leave there at around 5 ++, but lo and behold. You're staying there until 7.30 to chit chat with your rugby friends, when you NEVER used to before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why this sudden change? Why this sudden interest in being their friend? Why this, today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might just be the changing thing behind all the problems we have. But from the looks of it, its like you don't even care about anything. You say one thing and do another. I feel so confused and lost. I'm trying so hard not to get angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, the Tim I once knew, wouldn't do something like this to me. I don't know what to do, or who you are anymore. I'm losing you by the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me wants to carry on and try to work this. Another part of me is tired of ALWAYS being the one trying to keep us together. You SAY you want this to work, but you do something else. Do you even give a damn at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what sucks is that I love you so much. It's a sin, a deathly draining feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm really just not going to care anymore, I'm just going to go on and do my own thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mum advised me to. So I shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So so so tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-869959935733328187?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/869959935733328187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/869959935733328187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck.html' title='fuck.'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-165148791172115862</id><published>2009-11-20T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:21:28.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All your empty promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-165148791172115862?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/165148791172115862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/165148791172115862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-your-empty-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-578563294529435026</id><published>2009-11-20T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:07:51.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried like I have never cried before.&lt;br /&gt;For my worst fear almost came true. I swear I thought it was going to be the end. The end of something so beautiful. The end of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words really cannot describe how much what you said hurt me. That you thought leaving me would be the only way to solve the problems we're facing now. In fact, I think it will only make it worse. It will end up killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You being gone from my life is just not possible. How can you say that we could only be friends? how can you carry on knowing that we can't kiss or hug anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why my parents have to make things so difficult for me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're such a perfect person. Thinking of that compromise. Thinking that I should spend more time with my family. To salvage our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a lot more mature than they give you credit for. And that's why I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I'm glad we're still together. Although you said this is our last chance. I refuse to give up on us. I refuse to let you leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to spend my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-578563294529435026?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/578563294529435026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/578563294529435026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2757143410681345604</id><published>2009-11-18T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:36:48.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.&lt;br /&gt;The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.&lt;br /&gt;Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2757143410681345604?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2757143410681345604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2757143410681345604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/11/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5752514651440088121</id><published>2009-09-28T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:07:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby</title><content type='html'>You know, after watching a Rugby game, I look at soccer and can't help but laugh.&lt;div&gt;When you see those soccer players fall over after being bumped over. While in Rugby, these guys get mauled and they can still stand there and only leave the field with cuts and bruises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no people, its not about size. Some Rugby players are as small as soccer players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final conclusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RUGBY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5752514651440088121?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5752514651440088121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5752514651440088121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/09/rugby.html' title='Rugby'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8146175175298512913</id><published>2009-09-28T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:37:56.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>I hate that I find fault in the smallest things.&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just overly sensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just selfish that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just so undeserving of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just know that I love you so much. And although I do or say things that are hurtful, I really do love you. From the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine my life without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8146175175298512913?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8146175175298512913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8146175175298512913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2255174180812891468</id><published>2009-09-27T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:55:19.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and just to add one to that...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I downloaded a rugby game so you could discuss it with me and explain to me the game after you were freshly pumped from training. I really thought you'd come back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't be so optimistic next time huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sigh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;this home run is turning to a penalty...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2255174180812891468?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2255174180812891468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2255174180812891468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-and-just-to-add-one-to-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3999081088437631550</id><published>2009-09-27T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:52:09.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, even if I was so fucking tired...&lt;div&gt;i'd still come see you if you asked me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next time i'll make sure I follow you, so you'll come back with me. Even though I'd be so bored there just watching. At least I know, you'd come back to see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;and that's my plan from now onwards...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3999081088437631550?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3999081088437631550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3999081088437631550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-even-if-i-was-so-fucking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7477861551222289810</id><published>2009-09-27T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:23:19.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad that I didn't stay home today.&lt;div&gt;I love every moment with you. Really. From the cuddles to the kisses, to our "list" hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Followed by the little get-together at Ryan's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure it wasn't much of a soirée but we three made it good. And didn't Ryan's geeetar skeelz sound fab? Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be saving money... but you know... haha things are just really expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;kiss me, baby&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7477861551222289810?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7477861551222289810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7477861551222289810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-glad-that-i-didnt-stay-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2389698218303778496</id><published>2009-09-26T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:42:23.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just another one of those days.&lt;div&gt;Those days when I feel like I wanna spend a bit of it with my family. And you got upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I sit and wait in wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;what's happening to us?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2389698218303778496?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2389698218303778496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2389698218303778496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-another-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7282577832956288926</id><published>2009-09-25T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:54:15.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is a many splendor thing...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7282577832956288926?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7282577832956288926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7282577832956288926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7854349560317467514</id><published>2009-08-22T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:07:33.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST THOUGHT YA'LL SHOULD KNOW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;According to http://www.friendshipstats.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have 811 friends, 691 more than average. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;42% are male, 58% are female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;293 are single, 259 are dating or married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I contracted a deadly variant of flu, I would likely infect 16 people, 2 of whom would die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I share something on Facebook, it is typically viewed by 42 people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I died today, an estimated 706 people would try to attend my funeral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Based on my Facebook profile, I have a 96% probability of getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am likely to earn US$2.7 million and have 2.8 children over my lifetime.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Calculate your own stats at http://www.friendshipstats.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7854349560317467514?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7854349560317467514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7854349560317467514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-thought-yall-should-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-52947401257269234</id><published>2009-08-17T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:43:40.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll stay awake for you &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;With every appearance by you, blinding my eyes, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're an angel disguised. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're lying real still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but your heart beat is fast just like mine. (;D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the movie's long over,&lt;br /&gt;that's three that have passed, &lt;b&gt;one more's fine&lt;/b&gt;. (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay awake for me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will share the air I breathe, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna miss anything. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying real hard not to shake. I'm biting my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I'm feeling alive and with every breathe that I take, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've won. &lt;b&gt;You're my key to survival. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's a hero you want,&lt;br /&gt;I can save you. Just stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your whispers are priceless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breathe, it is dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So please stay near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay awake for me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will share the air I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna miss anything. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say my name. I just want to hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Say my name. So I know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're changing me. You're changing me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You showed me how to live. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just say. So just say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you'll stay awake for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will share the air I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna miss anything &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-52947401257269234?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/52947401257269234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/52947401257269234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-stay-awake-for-you-3.html' title='I&apos;ll stay awake for you &lt;3'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5456261507453432531</id><published>2009-08-11T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:47:44.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn of Times</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really want to fast-forward like 5-7 years. I'll be around 24-26?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be an adult. I'll be independant, I'll be working and living on my own. I'll be engaged? Married? Maybe not too soon. Probably engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a stable income, more bills to pay, parties to go to and shoes to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sounds so fun and interesting. But at the same time, its scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny that I'm looking forward to it. To my new beginning, to the start of Clarissa Glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fo'real ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5456261507453432531?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5456261507453432531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5456261507453432531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/08/dawn-of-times.html' title='The Dawn of Times'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8219753957915854454</id><published>2009-08-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:51:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SnW11jdg-tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/45YU_ISPsso/s1600-h/awwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365394462738545362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SnW11jdg-tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/45YU_ISPsso/s320/awwww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;you're my happily ever after &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8219753957915854454?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8219753957915854454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8219753957915854454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-my-happily-ever-after-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SnW11jdg-tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/45YU_ISPsso/s72-c/awwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8253575930275534703</id><published>2009-07-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:25:37.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the way that you blush when you're nervous&lt;br /&gt;It's your ability to make me earn this.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're tired,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me sing you to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about how you laugh out of pity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause let's be honest, I'm not really that funny&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're shy,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me sing you to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word, I mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, if you start to doze&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll tuck you in,&lt;br /&gt;Plant my lips where your necklace is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those pills that you don't need to take,&lt;br /&gt;Medicating perfection, now that's a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're spent,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me sing you to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It's your finger, and how I'm wrapped around it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; It's your grace, and how it keeps me grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I know that you're weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Just let me sing you to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word, I mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, if you start to doze&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll tuck you in,&lt;br /&gt;Plant my lips where your necklace is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;While you were sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I figured out everything:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I was constructed for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And you were molded for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Now I feel your name.&lt;br /&gt;Coursin' through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;You shine so bright, it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;You put the sun to shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word, I mean anything. (I really do)&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, if you start to doze&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll tuck you in,&lt;br /&gt;Plant my lips where your necklace is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word, I mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, if you start to doze&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll tuck you in,&lt;br /&gt;Plant my lips where your necklace is closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8253575930275534703?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8253575930275534703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8253575930275534703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-way-that-you-blush-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-402282443871873618</id><published>2009-06-28T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:48:22.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brown eyes &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Remember the first day when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day when you smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;You stepped to me and then you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I was the woman you dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day when you called my house&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day when you took me out&lt;br /&gt;we had butterflies although we tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;and we both had a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we held each others hand,&lt;br /&gt;the way we talked, the way we laughed&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good to find true love&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then and there you were the one&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause told me so&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;br /&gt;When he stares at me you see he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;You see how he is so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause its obvious&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause its me he trust&lt;br /&gt;and he's missing me if he's not kissing me&lt;br /&gt;and when he looks at me his brown eyes tell it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day, the first day we kissed&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day we had an argument&lt;br /&gt;we apologized and then we compromised&lt;br /&gt;and we've haven't argued since&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day we stopped playing games&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day you fell in love with me&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good for you to say those words&lt;br /&gt;cause I felt the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we held each other's hands,&lt;br /&gt;the way we talked, the way we laughed&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;and I knew right there and then that you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves cause he told me so&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;br /&gt;When he stares at me you see he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;You see how he is so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it's obvious&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it's me he trust&lt;br /&gt;and he's missing me if he's not kissing me&lt;br /&gt;and when he looks at me his brown eyes tell it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, so happy that your in my my life&lt;br /&gt;and baby now that your apart of me&lt;br /&gt;you've showed me&lt;br /&gt;showed me the true meaning of love(the true meaning of love)&lt;br /&gt;and I know he loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause he told me so&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;br /&gt;When he stares at me you see he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;You see how he is so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it's obvious&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it's me he trust&lt;br /&gt;and he's missing me if he's not kissing me&lt;br /&gt;and when he looks at me his brown eyes tell it so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-402282443871873618?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/402282443871873618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/402282443871873618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/06/brown-eyes-3.html' title='brown eyes &lt;3'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2283341064515409100</id><published>2009-06-20T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:08:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was amazing,&lt;br /&gt;We finally went out on a "date" after so long haha&lt;br /&gt;The movie was fantastic, your company was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention that subway is always awesome-r when you're eating with me? My monster &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around in Vivo was awesome too. Those amazing pair of red shoes from Aldo... I want ):&lt;br /&gt;I must save up $115 for it! Yes I can! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved cuddling with you too ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe, forever &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2283341064515409100?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2283341064515409100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2283341064515409100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-amazing-we-finally-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7217218413067637144</id><published>2009-06-17T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:57:16.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>You know, when you say you'll always be there for me, I don't want it to just be words you say to make me happy for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Being there for me also does not only mean being there to communicate, it means making it easier for me to cope.&lt;br /&gt;It means helping me out with my family, coming over when I can't see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were like that before, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd play at 6, but what happened? You love doing that don't you, making my hopes high then crashing them down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd see me today, but did you even bother? No, you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going to happen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I losing you already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7217218413067637144?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7217218413067637144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7217218413067637144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7682510194716090573</id><published>2009-06-16T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:51:12.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fur-real?</title><content type='html'>What really gets me ticking are these people who claim to be animal enthusiasts but end up just walking and contradicting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I had a text this morning from a friend saying: "My family is boycotting Ikea"&lt;br /&gt;So me, getting all upset because I work there, ask: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;He later replies: "Because they sell sheepskin and wolfskin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see, me on the other hand, is against the China fur-trade. So I went and searched, googled and traced if we really did sell wolfskin. I found nothing. So I texted him back saying, we indeed do not sell wolfskin but yes we do sell sheepskin and cowhide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to my other arguement, the skin and hide you see at Ikea are just by-products of the meat itself. And if you ask me, if the killing of the animal is going to stop, I will say, No.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike, mink, seal, fox and all other furry animals who's fur gets ripped off from them and their bodies thrown away. Cow and sheeps meat do not get thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're what's inside your Whopper, Lambchops, Satay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson learned today is, 1) get your facts right before boycotting a company. If there's a company you really want to boycott then it'll probably be Burger King or something.&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't go acting all environment friendly when the meat you're having there on the table is a steak or a chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that you become a vegan or a vegetarian, is the day that, I feel, you have every right to diss other people about hides and skin. Till that day, enjoy your meat and keep your greasy burger mouths shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7682510194716090573?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7682510194716090573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7682510194716090573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/06/fur-real.html' title='fur-real?'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6962700684766464000</id><published>2009-06-15T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:36:52.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been bugging people to blog lately. I need reading material.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought to myself, hey why not I blog something worthwhile instead of waiting for people to blog.&lt;br /&gt;But lo' and behold, there is nothing quite worthwhile to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my P3 submission today, submitted on time, with all my paperwork, just lacking my storyboard because I left it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my acting thing on wednesday after my SIP briefing.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get all my paper work done.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who shall I be?&lt;br /&gt;Satine from Moulin Rouge?&lt;br /&gt;Dory from Finding Nemo?&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll have to do research and see who I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6962700684766464000?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6962700684766464000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6962700684766464000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-bugging-people-to-blog-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3155476615634605663</id><published>2009-06-13T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:39:12.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon so bright, night so fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep your heart here with mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a dream we are dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Race the moon, catch the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ride the night to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Seize the day, stand up for the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If that is all in life I ever do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Heroes rise, heroes fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Rise again, win it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; In your heart, can't you feel the glory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our joy, through our pain&lt;br /&gt;We can move worlds again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my hand, dance with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If that is all in life I ever do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will want nothing else to see me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could spend my lifetime loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we know we will never come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When there is love, life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save the night, save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Save your love, come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love is worth everything we pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;If that is all in life I ever do&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my lifetime loving you&lt;br /&gt;If that is all in life I ever do&lt;br /&gt;I will want nothing else to see me through&lt;br /&gt;If I can spend my life time loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3155476615634605663?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3155476615634605663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3155476615634605663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/06/loving-you.html' title='Loving You'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2039828289338101920</id><published>2009-05-31T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:38:59.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I came to you one rainless August night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You taught me how to live without the rain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You are thirst and thirst is all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Your breath into my mouth. You reach—then bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wrap your name tight around my ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And keep me warm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was born for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Above, below, by you, by you surrounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I wake to you at dawn. Never break your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Knot. Reach, rise, blow, Sálvame, mi dios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Trágame, mi tierra. Salva, traga, Break me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bodycopy" style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am bread. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be the water for your thirst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;by Benjamin Alire Saenz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2039828289338101920?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2039828289338101920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2039828289338101920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-came-to-you-one-rainless-august-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2338553316432761974</id><published>2009-05-25T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:38:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post!</title><content type='html'>Well looks like we've come really far haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;My venting pot for all of societys doings or lack of in most cases.&lt;br /&gt;My easel to show my love. To show my pain. To show all sorts of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this goes out to you my blog. For serving me these many years. For our 200 posts together. For the stagnant times and for the times when every day had something meaningful to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating my coming weeks. I anticipate them packed to the brim with things to do. Filming, Editing, Production Package... all so tiring. But I have my strength rooting me on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be out 4th month soon. How fast time flies huh?&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2338553316432761974?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2338553316432761974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2338553316432761974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/05/200th-post.html' title='200th Post!'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5472254586738641331</id><published>2009-05-21T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:51:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do you breathe&lt;br /&gt;when every gasp feels like the pulling of a thousand weights&lt;br /&gt;how do you move&lt;br /&gt;when your lifeforce is slowly being drained out from your system&lt;br /&gt;how do you find a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;when it crushes unbearingly against your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;how do you stop yourself from crying&lt;br /&gt;when the tears just keep flowing down your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make the ache stop... please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5472254586738641331?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5472254586738641331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5472254586738641331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-breathe-when-every-gasp.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5468960072914976635</id><published>2009-05-21T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:10:34.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Raging War</title><content type='html'>It's so difficult to please everyone. So much so, that I have to fight against the feelings of myself. Trying to think of ways to make both parties happy.&lt;br /&gt;My Parents vs. My Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;The amount of times I have had to turn him down just because I want to make my parents happy. Would you call me selfish for doing that? Even if the reason why I did it was to have a good relationship with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Or what about the times that I've gone against them just to make my boyfriend happy. Those times I've given in just so that there can be a balance. So that I can make everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows this. Not till now. Not till now that it hurts so much inside that I have to say no to Tim... that I can feel his pain. That I have to stand up for my parents and find reasons so that he can understand where they're coming from.&lt;br /&gt;Although he says he understands... I know that deep down inside he hurts. But he doesn't know that I am hurting too. Given the chance, I'd want to spend every single moment with him. But presently that would be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I want to make him happy. I don't want to keep arguing with my parents. I don't want to keep getting lectured. I don't want them to think lowly of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows this? who knows of my pain?&lt;br /&gt;who knows of this raging war that I have to go through within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain now, it burns.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to put on my smile, wipe the tears that defiantly form&lt;br /&gt;and carry on being strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will this last?&lt;br /&gt;How long can I last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before the pain leaves me weak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5468960072914976635?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5468960072914976635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5468960072914976635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-raging-war.html' title='This Raging War'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-993680548056384397</id><published>2009-05-02T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:48:34.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, you find that someone who completes you in a way that you never thought possible. So well fitted together, like two pieces of a jigsaw which were meant to be together. This makes me realize why it never worked with anyone else. It's like when you try to fit two pieces of a jigsaw that are not meant to be together. You think it fits because the two pieces look like it can be put together, but when you actually put them side by side, you realize that they don't fit at all. Which leads you off again, to find your matching piece.&lt;div&gt;This is how I feel now, when I used I used to try so hard to prove myself to someone, so they'll like me or notice me. Or how I used to push my own feelings aside just so that I can make the other party happy with the hopes that he'll make me happy too. Little did I know that I was forcing two wrong pieces of the jigsaw together. And no matter how hard you try, if they don't match, it means they don't match. You can cut or trim the pieces to fit. That just isn't right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that I've found my other piece, I feel a sense of relief. I stand in awe as I hear the sound of the two pieces "click" together and merge into such a beautiful way to make a magnificent picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture of you and me &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-993680548056384397?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/993680548056384397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/993680548056384397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/05/pieces.html' title='Pieces'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5159121384236832955</id><published>2009-04-30T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:03:18.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to watch over me (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;There's a saying oh says that love is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Still we are often told seek and ye shall find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;So I'm going to go seek a certain lad I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;In Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Looking everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Haven't found him yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;He's a big affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;I can not forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Only Man I ever think of with regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;I like to add his initial to my monogram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Tell Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Where is the shepherd for this lost lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;There's a somebody I'm longing to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;I hope that he turns out to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;someone who'll watch over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;I know I could be always be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;To one who'll watch over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Although he may not be the man some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Girls think of as handsome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;To my heart he carries the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Won't you tell him please to put on some speed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;follow my lead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Oh, How I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Someone one to watch over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;{Instrumental}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Won't you tell him please to put on some speed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Follow my lead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Oh, How I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Someone to watch over Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Someone To Watch Over Me . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5159121384236832955?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5159121384236832955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5159121384236832955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-to-watch-over-me.html' title='Someone to watch over me (:'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1953659042315868692</id><published>2009-04-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:52:48.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come rain or come shine (:</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you&lt;br /&gt;Come rain or come shine&lt;br /&gt;High as a mountain, an' deep as a river&lt;br /&gt;Come rain or come shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1953659042315868692?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1953659042315868692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1953659042315868692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-rain-or-come-shine.html' title='Come rain or come shine (:'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2907731310575032718</id><published>2009-04-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:53:32.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love; reprise</title><content type='html'>If I could have a penny for everytime I thought about you, I'd be swimming in my million pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have flashbacks sometimes of that first time. Borders, the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so perfect, yet so awkward, yet to innocently sparking what we have right now.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you at Borders, with your hair all sexy the way I like it, smelling like heaven. Your smile so welcoming. Your embrace so warm. All this leaves me feeling all soft inside.&lt;br /&gt;Then to our quick dinner at BK, our small little conversations, getting to know each other. My cautious steps so I wouldnt fall.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just to impress the perfection that you were (still are).&lt;br /&gt;The movie, the stress of not being able to get in.&lt;br /&gt;Our nice seats in the corner. The snuggling, although so subtle, so apparent at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;When you first held my hand, the shock, surprise; sent instant shivers down my spine. Warm, soft hands, the slow, gentle caressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it all. All the little details. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You amaze me even with your imperfections &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2907731310575032718?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2907731310575032718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2907731310575032718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-reprise.html' title='Love; reprise'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1505432902155158085</id><published>2009-04-26T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:02:36.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly amusing.</title><content type='html'>Lol, when I came back home today, I was amused by this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;This little girl, assumed that I felt threatened by her friendship with Tim. Lol, silly little girl.&lt;br /&gt;This silly little girl also assumed that I was trying to get at her. Sorry, little girl, I've got better things to do in life than to waste my time on easy little girls like you.&lt;br /&gt;This silly little girl is also living in this fairytale world of hers where she thinks that she and Tim are really good friends. Its even more amusing that Tim does not share this same thinking as her. Poor little girl; you really need to stop living this facade, before you hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh you stupid little girl, why would I ever feel that you could ever be ABLE to take Tim away from me, afterall, he has not even seen you before. And you sly little girl, how dare you say that you could have had him a long time ago if you wanted to. You need to stop mocking me little girl, didnt your mother ever tell you not to play with fire?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be burnt little girl, burnt so bad you don't even want to live with the scars.&lt;br /&gt;You're such an unfortunate little girl to have picked the wrong girl to mess with. Luckily I'm more forgiving lately.&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do is give a couple of phone calls little girl, and you're gone, gone, gone...&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be bothered, I'd rather play with someone who can actually stand up and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and little girl, you said you have a boyfriend? I wonder if you've even met him before ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, silly little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1505432902155158085?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1505432902155158085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1505432902155158085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazingly-amusing.html' title='Amazingly amusing.'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-4413484430935373337</id><published>2009-04-17T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:20:27.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><content type='html'>when I need you the most right now, to talk, to vent, to cry to.&lt;br /&gt;you're sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to you'll always be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to go through this myself.&lt;br /&gt;and whats worse is that i cant see you today. because my mum wants to talk to me and my sister in the evening and doesnt want you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats gonna happen to us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-4413484430935373337?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4413484430935373337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4413484430935373337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/neglected.html' title='neglected'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7523280220952764107</id><published>2009-04-17T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:02:27.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RACIST CONTENT</title><content type='html'>[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;I hate indians&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl me too&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;they have no pride&lt;br /&gt;they ask me for discounts at ikea&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like "you think i own the fucking comany is it?"&lt;br /&gt;and they can still say "please la, you're so pretty"&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like O.O&lt;br /&gt;I DONT JOKE&lt;br /&gt;i actually had a customer who said that&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know whether i wanted to rofl or call security&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;say thanks&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;thickfuckingskin&lt;br /&gt;and they come in MULTITUDES&lt;br /&gt;like mum dad&lt;br /&gt;4 kids&lt;br /&gt;grandmother&lt;br /&gt;grand fater&lt;br /&gt;father*&lt;br /&gt;uncle&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;auntie&lt;br /&gt;brother in law&lt;br /&gt;brother in laws wife&lt;br /&gt;brother in laws kids&lt;br /&gt;brother in laws mother&lt;br /&gt;and BECAUSE of this&lt;br /&gt;the whole of ikea become very dark&lt;br /&gt;becomes*&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention the checkered shirts dress pants and slippers?&lt;br /&gt;oh and the HAIR&lt;br /&gt;its like&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;the smell?&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;THE SMELLL&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;i literally had to hold my breath talking to them&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why but they all like to surround me&lt;br /&gt;like i'm talking to the brother inlaws wifes brother&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;and the father&lt;br /&gt;mother&lt;br /&gt;brother&lt;br /&gt;kids&lt;br /&gt;uncle&lt;br /&gt;all stand around me&lt;br /&gt;and i'm standing there in the middle&lt;br /&gt;while they all gaggle around me&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME OUT OF THE BLACK HOLEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being fucking racist now&lt;br /&gt;but i dont give two skits&lt;br /&gt;shits*&lt;br /&gt;and they're so cheap&lt;br /&gt;they want the BEST quality items&lt;br /&gt;and the lowest possible price&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;chill&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;one guy had a cheek to ask me, whats your best mattress&lt;br /&gt;so i pointed him to this really awesome mattress, queen size costs about 1.2k&lt;br /&gt;he goes there&lt;br /&gt;sits on it&lt;br /&gt;"this is no good" -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;walks to the other mattress costing like 299 for queen&lt;br /&gt;and says "yes this is good"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;but hes fucking sinking into it&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like trying to explain that for his height and weight he needs a better matress&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;he likes&lt;br /&gt;soft&lt;br /&gt;can shake during sex&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;you know those with turbans right?&lt;br /&gt;do they take it off during sex?&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;imagine all the hair&lt;br /&gt;the womans hair&lt;br /&gt;his hair&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;its like everywhere you turn you'll be like 'ouch my hair"&lt;br /&gt;and their privates!&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;they cant cut right?&lt;br /&gt;it'll be like the freaking amazing jungle&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;nop&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;amazon*&lt;br /&gt;look i cant even type&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;and out of the massive bush&lt;br /&gt;you see this tiny cock&lt;br /&gt;omg so depressing&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;"honey where is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"where is what?"&lt;br /&gt;"your cock?"&lt;br /&gt;"its there!"&lt;br /&gt;"cant find it"&lt;br /&gt;-pushes hair down-&lt;br /&gt;-tiny cock emerges from the dense undergrowth-&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl shut up&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;its the truth!&lt;br /&gt;my ex was indian okay&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;THESE THINGS I NEVER LIE&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;he was so small&lt;br /&gt;i could deep throat him without even gagging&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;he deserves it anyway&lt;br /&gt;lawl&lt;br /&gt;well i feel better now&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sleep&lt;br /&gt;i needed to vent&lt;br /&gt;if not i&lt;br /&gt;i;ll dream of them&lt;br /&gt;and thats not good&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to see darkness during my dream&lt;br /&gt;i want it to be BRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;and cheery&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;lo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;shut u&lt;br /&gt;p&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;you're enjoying this please!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;nah im playing wow&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;[ Clarissa  And I whisper that I love you, as you fold out of your clothes ] says:&lt;br /&gt;you're as racist as me&lt;br /&gt;maybe worse&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have a thing against white people too&lt;br /&gt;LAWL&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says:&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7523280220952764107?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7523280220952764107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7523280220952764107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/racist-content.html' title='RACIST CONTENT'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-324790985472962695</id><published>2009-04-14T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:38:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>I was fretting last night&lt;br /&gt;lost out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;couldn't see the light&lt;br /&gt;then he opened up the door&lt;br /&gt;I came in from the dark&lt;br /&gt;fell into his arms&lt;br /&gt;just in time&lt;br /&gt;now I know that I have&lt;br /&gt;left the past behind&lt;br /&gt;I let it go&lt;br /&gt;You could tell me tonight&lt;br /&gt;that maybe the world would end&lt;br /&gt;that the sun wouldn't rise it&lt;br /&gt;and was gonna rain again&lt;br /&gt;just as long as he’s in my arms&lt;br /&gt;it’s gonna be a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;There’s a look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;that lights the perfect sky&lt;br /&gt;that I couldn't see before&lt;br /&gt;that he helped me to find&lt;br /&gt;now that I’ve seen his shine&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;’cause now I know that&lt;br /&gt;I have love I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;won't let it go&lt;br /&gt;I lost you in another life&lt;br /&gt;a part of me that I left behind&lt;br /&gt;I won't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;and now I know&lt;br /&gt;that I have put the past behind&lt;br /&gt;I let it go&lt;br /&gt;You could tell me tonight&lt;br /&gt;that maybe the world would end&lt;br /&gt;that the sun wouldn't rise&lt;br /&gt;and it was gonna rain again&lt;br /&gt;just as long as he’s in my arms&lt;br /&gt;it’s gonna be a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's gonna be a perfect day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILOVEYOU&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-324790985472962695?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/324790985472962695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/324790985472962695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-day.html' title='Perfect Day'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-4810940316095579460</id><published>2009-04-13T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:26:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm long overdue for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRROOOXXORRRXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-4810940316095579460?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4810940316095579460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4810940316095579460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-long-overdue-for-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3662747060939220329</id><published>2009-04-11T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:28:01.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and no matter how angry I get, or annoyed you make me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;all over again &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABEH &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3662747060939220329?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3662747060939220329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3662747060939220329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-no-matter-how-angry-i-get-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5378583325645569608</id><published>2009-04-11T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:15:10.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>I cannot deny the fact that I'm disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you pulled humor at such a biased situation makes me question your maturity.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you said "wah indian lady got owned", to something such as that makes me feel upset that you have taken this racist "fight" you have too far.&lt;br /&gt;yes we all make racist comments, but everyone is human and that woman did not deserve to be treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;in a society such as Singapore, where the majority is chinese, there is bound to be multitudes of racist scenarios which shouldn't, in my opinion, be adressed lightly and in such a joking manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because you age and dislike for a certain indian lady that has made you become like this.&lt;br /&gt;but the Timothy I love is a mature young man who knows his morals and knows whats right and what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you make me question your maturity. Maybe you are still, no matter what, young at heart and lack the othercentered-ness to see the cruelty of such a situation. Or like I said earlier, it might have been your distaste for a certain indian individual that has sparked off your never ending racist fued with indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All races have their pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;I think its about time you learnt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5378583325645569608?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5378583325645569608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5378583325645569608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5623313129959101017</id><published>2009-04-09T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:00:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5623313129959101017?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5623313129959101017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5623313129959101017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8082787794633605727</id><published>2009-04-07T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:18:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT;</title><content type='html'>you know what I really love?&lt;br /&gt;its that our families somehow know each other.&lt;br /&gt;that your cousin knows my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;that your family seems really eurasian and I can relate to that.&lt;br /&gt;that you're catholic and we can go to church together.&lt;br /&gt;that I'm so involved with every aspect of your life, from your school, to your friends and most importantly, to your family.&lt;br /&gt;that I can tease and joke around with Taff.&lt;br /&gt;that I can have girly talks with Tiff.&lt;br /&gt;that I can hug your mum and she'll hug me back.&lt;br /&gt;that you can sleep over at my house and BOTH our mothers don't mind (lawl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;that you really do love me and I can see that you really want me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;much like how I want you to be happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's grow old and wrinkly together (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8082787794633605727?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8082787794633605727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8082787794633605727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/that.html' title='THAT;'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6776843537666005628</id><published>2009-04-02T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:26:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ily</title><content type='html'>It's 1.21am, and I'm sitting here on my bed missing you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I liked our talk just now, I love how I can tell you anything. How you're always there to listen to me whenever I have something. And you actually listen. You actually share your comments and make me feel like you really care; which you do anyway lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hearing me out just now. For letting me vent to you about the conversation with Pravin. For being mature about it and not getting angry, upset or jealous. For opening my eyes, letting me see that I should do whatever I want to do and not let anyone else tell me otherwise, especially him. You're right, what right does he have to give his 2cents worth right? What right does he have to say that he knows me better than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, its almost going to be 2 months, but it feels like we've been together for much longer. And honestly, what we've shared during the times we were together totally surpassed my time with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring me to that higher level of understanding and happiness. All our memories forged so deeply in my mind. All our firsts, our special moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, much more than I have ever loved anyone else (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6776843537666005628?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6776843537666005628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6776843537666005628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/04/ily.html' title='ily'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7422812160103080078</id><published>2009-03-31T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:20:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I was watching Rubgy videos on youtube today and I've never felt that amount of excitement while watching a sport.&lt;br /&gt;When they all tackle into a rump and the ball somehow finds its way out.&lt;br /&gt;The passes that the wingers make while making a try. The speed and the adrenaline rush. All so exhilerating.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Tim's games, see how its done, get the feel. And maybe I'll try it out.&lt;br /&gt;Womens contact maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Touch sounds a bit... I don't know, not as appealing? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well see how it goes &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7422812160103080078?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7422812160103080078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7422812160103080078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/rugby.html' title='Rugby'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3281444684539867222</id><published>2009-03-25T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:44:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be</title><content type='html'>I wanna be the girl you call late at night&lt;br /&gt;Said, I wanna be the first one at your door when you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be the one you run to, wanna be the one who ain't gonna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be her, yeah I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl making your guys jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I wanna be the girl shuttin' down all the ladies&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need boy, its all on me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me boy, coz I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be the one who meets your pops, and takes your momma out shoppin,&lt;br /&gt;Be the only one they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I wanna be yours (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3281444684539867222?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3281444684539867222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3281444684539867222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-be.html' title='I wanna be'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8406395768852652175</id><published>2009-03-24T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:33:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup</title><content type='html'>Cheers for my 180th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you all know, I've been sick lately. My voice sounds like a pubescent male who's vocal box is just breaking. Oh well I'll be fine soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 more days and it'll all be over. I'm giving it my final burst of energy. Editing has been okay, sometimes I look at my FCP and I'm in awe that i've done all that.&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 more days and i'm going to party, let me tell you. I'm gonna party like I have never partied before. But I need cash first hahaha I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so last night I had a really deep conversation with Tim. We talked about our past and our previous relationships. I think we both have skeletons in our closet that we both shared last night. I want him to know everything so he'll never be caught off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying what we have now. Its this bond that I have never felt before. Let's wait and see what the future has in store for us, yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8406395768852652175?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8406395768852652175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8406395768852652175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/yup.html' title='Yup'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8743618942292029634</id><published>2009-03-22T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:04:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you to need me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you like mercy from heavens' sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a freedom in your arms, that carries me through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With you baby, I feel anything is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its so amazing that I've found my true soul-mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been only less than two months but it feels like I was born to love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally understand now, why it never worked with anyone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all the times I cried over boys whom I "loved", all the tears seem all worth it now that I have you, my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a heavier note, I'm sick. My voice is almost gone. My throat hurts. My nose is all clogged up. My chest is all heavy. I didn't go to work today, and guess what, I didn't get an MC. I'm pretty much screwed. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8743618942292029634?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8743618942292029634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8743618942292029634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-you-to-need-me.html' title='I want you to need me'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-9023640872456550022</id><published>2009-03-14T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:07:23.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timothy</title><content type='html'>what is this?&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that burns deep within me&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that scorches my whole body, right down to my toes&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that causes me to smile at myself, so overflowing with happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look at you I see someone I feel so strongly for&lt;br /&gt;your eyes like a million diamonds smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;your smile, encased by the softest lips, never fail to make my day&lt;br /&gt;to kiss away my fears, my weaknesses, my flaws&lt;br /&gt;your arms, so strong and warm, they embrace me deep&lt;br /&gt;when I am in your hug, I feel so close to you that I can reach your soul&lt;br /&gt;your fingers, so skillful, always find their way to intertwine with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure, this is indeed, &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-9023640872456550022?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/9023640872456550022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/9023640872456550022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/timothy.html' title='Timothy'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-9092474133087615517</id><published>2009-03-11T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:41:08.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Block</title><content type='html'>I've been having word blocks lately. I think its true that I only blog when I'm upset or if I really have some issues to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I have brownies in the oven. I made them for Tim and for the crew today. We're all working so hard and the stress is really getting to us. Me as well. The submission of the first rough cut is drawing near and the editing is no where near done yet. Plus I have my CDI to worry about, the audio recording next next week. All very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm sitting at home on my bed, counting down the time till I get to see Tim again. We have filming together again, this is all really fun. Spending so much time with him. Almost everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were texting and having a somewhat deep conversation. About our pasts and about how I cheated on my ex and how I'm flirty... and how I don't trust myself because I get tempted really easily. I promised him that I'll never hurt him. I never want to. He's just too special, too perfect. He means just too much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him, and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna wait for my brownies to be done, have a shower, pack my things and listen to Something Corporate &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ily baby &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-9092474133087615517?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/9092474133087615517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/9092474133087615517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-block.html' title='Word Block'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5029910233661579343</id><published>2009-03-09T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:02:27.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisces vs Capricorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capricorn Man &amp;amp; Pisces Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is a good match for you that has the potential to become a long-term, happy love relationship. The Capricorn boy has a strong personality that is a good balance for you. He has a quiet confidence and a strong sense of where he’s going that is very attractive and reassuring for you. You feel secure with him, and you know that when he makes you a promise he will always follow through and keep it. He is not the most romantic person in the world, but the generous loving attention that you give him will make him open up a lot. He’ll enjoy learning to express his feelings more with you. It’s a good match that can really work out well for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn is drawn to Pisces like a moth to a flame. There is something about outgoing Pisces that Capricorn secretly admires.&lt;br /&gt;Pisces is attracted to Capricorn subtle but powerful sex appeal. There will be an instant friendship and sexual relationship that will never get boring. Sexy Pisces will take Capricorn by surprise and he or she may want to skip work for a change. Capricorn will learn what it’s like to date the homecoming king/queen with Pisces. Pisces will provide emotional support and security during the highs and the lows and Capricorn must have this in a relationship. Sex will only get better and the relationship may lead to marriage. Try it out for yourselves. If Capricorn plays mind games, Pisces will swim away.&lt;br /&gt;Pisces needs sexual satisfaction from any partner in love. And that includes you, Capricorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zodiac match of a Capricorn man and a Pisces woman has all it takes to lead to long-term compatibility. His strong personality will be the perfect support for her fragile, vulnerable self. He will make her feel secured and in time, she will also help him come out of his shell and express his emotions. She will never ever try to dominate him and will be like the wife who stands behind her husband, as he conquers the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5029910233661579343?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5029910233661579343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5029910233661579343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/pisces-vs-capricorn.html' title='Pisces vs Capricorn'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1322904611077501996</id><published>2009-03-09T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:55:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisces</title><content type='html'>Pisces is the twelfth sign of the astrological year and is known by its astrological symbol, the Fish. Pisces natives are in touch with their emotions, though not to the point of mawkishness. With &lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/46006-neptune-explained.htm"&gt;Neptune&lt;/a&gt; as the ruling planet, they are apt to be idealists. &lt;strong&gt;Pisces natives are physically and emotionally strong but may put their hardiness to the test if they try to resolve others' emotional conflicts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pisces Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Pisces woman is mysterious but not aloof. She possesses an ageless charm that is enthralling to those who know her. Her capacity for sympathy and her understanding make her stand out. Pisces women find their greatest fulfillment through personal relationships. Even when talented, they may not respect their gifts. &lt;em&gt;Many Pisces women are self-conscious and need a stronger individual to bring out their best qualities&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pisces Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces men and women have an idealistic view of &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/love.htm"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; and romance. Because of their sensitivity, they often prefer a fairy tale scenario to the real thing. Pisces know their vulnerabilities and are sometimes afraid the magic "bubble" will burst. &lt;em&gt;The Piscean individual who is deeply in love may sacrifice themselves for their lover&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pisces Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship comes naturally to Pisceans. &lt;em&gt;Their commitment to easing the pain of others often draws them to less fortunate individuals&lt;/em&gt;. But pity is not involved. Although they may seem weak or unfocused, they are sympathetic listeners. &lt;em&gt;They have strong links to the past and are likely to keep the same friends for years&lt;/em&gt;. Also, because of their intense family ties, Pisces natives may count a sibling or other relative among their closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces Information&lt;br /&gt;Element: Water&lt;br /&gt;Quality: Mutable&lt;br /&gt;Planetary ruler: &lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/46006-neptune-explained.htm"&gt;Neptune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthstone: Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;Flower: &lt;a href="http://reference.howstuffworks.com/water-lily-encyclopedia.htm"&gt;Water lily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Violet&lt;br /&gt;Key characteristic: Compassion&lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Idealism, spirituality, transcendence&lt;br /&gt;Challenges: Escapism, weakness, self-deception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Piscean born on March 7th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/pisces.htm"&gt;Pisces&lt;/a&gt; born on March 7 is among the most creative of the year. They are true visionaries. Although they may appear malleable, they have an ability to subjugate their ego to comprehend reality. They are empathetic. Their sensitivity can transcend relationships of all types and definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and Lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are indispensable to March 7 people. They collect friends the way other people collect &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/art.htm"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;. In romance, they are not fickle. They often seek impossible &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/love.htm"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; situations, realizing that they can learn more through suffering. They are likely to fall in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those born on this date have strong ties to their background. Even if they transcend their beginnings, they are still bound to their childhood years. They make good parents. They have the sensitivity to understand their children's need to rebel. Their nurturing skills are based upon instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may enjoy swimming or golf, but these people have difficulty remaining on a daily workout. They rely too heavily on medication. This can affect them negatively, since they have a sensitivity to drugs of any kind. The same goes for alcohol and nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career and Finances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because March 7 people love antiques and beautiful things, they seek careers in well-paying fields. They may have little sense of responsibility about money. This doesn't necessarily reflect bad judgment; they find it difficult to make objective financial decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People born on this date need to experience life through the prism of their creativity. The insights they gain may not always be immediately recognizable, even to them, yet in time they come to know their value. They do not need to receive worldly rewards to feel their efforts have been successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was mighty enriching (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1322904611077501996?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1322904611077501996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1322904611077501996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/pisces.html' title='Pisces'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-652738428979110113</id><published>2009-03-04T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:44:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Tonight</title><content type='html'>I look at you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a feeling meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And as your body moves with mine&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm lifted out of time&lt;br /&gt;And time again&lt;br /&gt;Patiently I've waited&lt;br /&gt;For this moment to arrive&lt;br /&gt;After tonight&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember&lt;br /&gt;How sweet and tenderly&lt;br /&gt;You reached for me and pulled me closer?&lt;br /&gt;After you go&lt;br /&gt;Will you return to love me&lt;br /&gt;After tonight begins to fade?&lt;br /&gt;I feel your touch caressing me&lt;br /&gt;This feeling's all I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;With ev'ry kiss from your sweet lips&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm drifting out of time&lt;br /&gt;Alone will tell&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;After tonight (after tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember&lt;br /&gt;How sweet and tenderly&lt;br /&gt;You reached for me and pulled me closer?&lt;br /&gt;After you go (after you go)&lt;br /&gt;Will you return to love me&lt;br /&gt;After the night becomes the day?&lt;br /&gt;Time and time and time again&lt;br /&gt;(Time and time again)&lt;br /&gt;So patiently I've waited&lt;br /&gt;For this moment to arrive&lt;br /&gt;After tonight (after tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, will you remember&lt;br /&gt;How sweet and tenderly&lt;br /&gt;You reached for me and pulled me closer?&lt;br /&gt;After you go&lt;br /&gt;Baby, will you return to love me&lt;br /&gt;After the night becomes the day&lt;br /&gt;After tonight begins to fade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-652738428979110113?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/652738428979110113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/652738428979110113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-tonight.html' title='After Tonight'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6581123005732469962</id><published>2009-03-04T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:03:30.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm in too deep</title><content type='html'>I think its sad how I seem to blog only when I'm upset. I should change that. Because now I can honestly say that I'm the happiest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it how its all going so well.&lt;br /&gt;But the little pessimist in me has to kick in and tell me to watch myself.&lt;br /&gt;You know when they say that something is too good to be true, it usually is?&lt;br /&gt;I just hope its not in this case.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm doubting anything, you or us.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Not again.&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I think if I get hurt one more time, that will be the end of me. I don't think I'd be able to take it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be able to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, part of me wishes that I didn't go through your previous blog entries. I know its all in the past but it still itches at me. Maybe I'm just being silly. Yeah I am being silly. But that little green monster kicks in; Mr Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know you're true. I know you'd never hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;But I think you need to blame it on all the other guys of my past who've made me pessimistic this way.&lt;br /&gt;They, who have made me build up this wall which you are slowly breaking down. And as much as I want you to break down that wall to save me from my insecurites and pessimism, a small part of me wants a bit of that wall up. That wall which has been my pillar of strength for all the times when I had no one. That wall which I leaned on when my crying took away all my strength and will to live. That wall with cold hard stones, but still managed to keep me warm and hopeful at night when there was no one for me to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that wall which has been my friend for the longest time, is slowly crumbling away. And honestly, I'm getting a little scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6581123005732469962?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6581123005732469962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6581123005732469962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-im-in-too-deep.html' title='Because I&apos;m in too deep'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5218194126467704078</id><published>2009-03-02T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:32:05.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cest La Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtxcjH13I/AAAAAAAAACw/_KI_2mWgPP0/s1600-h/t9vcwy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308598019519141746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtxcjH13I/AAAAAAAAACw/_KI_2mWgPP0/s320/t9vcwy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtrMDhkXI/AAAAAAAAACo/lVQp3KOzaZI/s1600-h/10i8dc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308597912012427634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtrMDhkXI/AAAAAAAAACo/lVQp3KOzaZI/s320/10i8dc8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/Savtg7KKfbI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZlGPUHS77IY/s1600-h/3g1uq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308597735678180786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/Savtg7KKfbI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZlGPUHS77IY/s320/3g1uq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtXaHhOBI/AAAAAAAAACY/uOQBe6as3Qk/s1600-h/2qt97jk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308597572189894674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtXaHhOBI/AAAAAAAAACY/uOQBe6as3Qk/s320/2qt97jk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtQMSxgGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_itCEwg9e2E/s1600-h/1jnbqr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308597448219918434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtQMSxgGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_itCEwg9e2E/s320/1jnbqr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on facebook (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ILOVEYOUBABY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5218194126467704078?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5218194126467704078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5218194126467704078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/03/cest-la-vie.html' title='Cest La Vie'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SavtxcjH13I/AAAAAAAAACw/_KI_2mWgPP0/s72-c/t9vcwy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8968422440976274385</id><published>2009-02-21T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:14:40.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the pain in this world won't stop us now&lt;br /&gt;For we have each other&lt;br /&gt;All the hate in this world can't tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;This love is forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you babe &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8968422440976274385?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8968422440976274385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8968422440976274385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-pain-in-this-world-wont-stop-us-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7927196072028129807</id><published>2009-02-21T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:21:45.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I love you Timothy Cheang (:&lt;br /&gt;with everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;Every day with you is awesome, amazing, simply breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're this perfectly crafted gem, just for me. Your facets are all carved to fit into the grooves of my heart but you melt and you mould yourself around all the caverns of my heart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can make me laugh, and how adorable you are. You're playfulness makes me feel like a child again. How I miss the early innocence. But you bring that back, that youthful bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how your scent wafts around me when we hug. Or how Clam smells of you after we go out. I cuddle Clams clothes now every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love you Tim, all of you. Every inch. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7927196072028129807?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7927196072028129807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7927196072028129807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/tim-3.html' title='Tim &lt;3'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-9035587837570044045</id><published>2009-02-19T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:57:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>You know you're in love when you find that someone who completes you in ways that others have never been able to.&lt;br /&gt;They fill you up and compliment you that you often wonder how you've ever lasted without them before. How you've survived... how you've even managed to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I've found you. The other piece to my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-9035587837570044045?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/9035587837570044045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/9035587837570044045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3857545789611940271</id><published>2009-02-17T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:45:44.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In School</title><content type='html'>Clarissa is in school.&lt;br /&gt;She is feeling alot better, as compared to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But she feels that she has let her group down. And she is sorry.&lt;br /&gt;This months been crazy... so much to do, so many things happening, new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking it all with a pinch of salt, take it one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church on Sunday with Tim was really awesome. It felt nice going to church again, going for salt. All the welcoming I had kinda made me wonder why I left in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i'd be active in church together with a boyfriend, since none of them were catholic. Or even christian for that matter. But now with Tim, I feel that this is going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking how God has a funny way of working. I feel that somehow this was all planned. If not how could it be so perfect, no?&lt;br /&gt;Things are going all so well, so smoothly... This feeling is genuine and for once in a long time, I feel completed, sewn and fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its as if God has heard my prayers and the prayers of my Grandma, asking for a catholic boyfriend. Someone whom I can share my culture and religion with. Someone whose character is almost alike to mine, who shares the same interest, who is as hopeless a romantic as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think things will get worse, I think they'd only get better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily babe &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3857545789611940271?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3857545789611940271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3857545789611940271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-school.html' title='In School'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7716191624347581133</id><published>2009-02-15T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:53:13.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>I wanna make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna do, is grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you medicine when your tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;So, it could be so nice growing old with you,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;Need you&lt;br /&gt;Feed you&lt;br /&gt;Even let you hold the remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could be the girl that grows old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7716191624347581133?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7716191624347581133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7716191624347581133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7542370125080951407</id><published>2009-02-12T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:02:44.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ily &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd do a quick post before getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, my brain aches and I don't want to do budgeting. But thats part of my role. So i'd still have to do it -whinewhinewhine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed yesterday very very much.&lt;br /&gt;Just being with you watching the movie, cuddling up with you. You holding me when I felt cold. Me falling asleep! haha&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how well it is going. Its amazing how comfortable I feel with you. How I find joy even in the smallest things you do.&lt;br /&gt;How you're trying so hard. How sweet you are. How you have no inhabitions about me.&lt;br /&gt;How you're so proud of me, like I'm this treasure which you want to show off to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll work out, babe. I know it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7542370125080951407?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7542370125080951407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7542370125080951407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/ily-3.html' title='ily &lt;3'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6759921165425520064</id><published>2009-02-09T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:41:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing in Paragraphs</title><content type='html'>I love this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;This happy surge of... happiness. Bubbling through me like an enjoyable fizz pop.&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, having someone to think about. Someone who is probably thinking of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this works.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the age difference won't get the better of us. Of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the start of something; perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6759921165425520064?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6759921165425520064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6759921165425520064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/laughing-in-paragraphs.html' title='Laughing in Paragraphs'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-475334913152049578</id><published>2009-02-08T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:52:42.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>McCheesy &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-475334913152049578?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/475334913152049578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/475334913152049578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/mccheesy-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1417418925196948776</id><published>2009-02-02T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:00:55.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperPowers</title><content type='html'>BECAUSE I AM OH SO BORED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I shall look for superpowers to call my own...&lt;br /&gt;I have come up with a few possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Siren: "sonic scream" capable of incapacitating and injuring an opponent's hearing and sending powerful vibrations through the air. She can use these vibrations to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXTFO8XVZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbT8O-xjDJY/s1600-h/250px-X_FACT_COV005_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXTFO8XVZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbT8O-xjDJY/s320/250px-X_FACT_COV005_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297872623535347090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Telepathy: broadcasting and receiving thoughts, mind-control, altering perceptions and memories, projection of offensive blasts of psionic energy causing mental pain or unconsciousness, astral projection, mind switching, brain engram modification, mental sedation of unconscious victims, induction of mental pain by touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXUeAeppeI/AAAAAAAAACA/MzKVY7wfEO8/s1600-h/196px-Emma_Frost_in_current_costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXUeAeppeI/AAAAAAAAACA/MzKVY7wfEO8/s320/196px-Emma_Frost_in_current_costume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297874148660979170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3)Manipulation: mentally manipulate the four basic elements of nature (as defined by the classical Greeks): fire, water, earth, and air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXVHxRY1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/Kc7PYSXgXx0/s1600-h/Crystal_Comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXVHxRY1cI/AAAAAAAAACI/Kc7PYSXgXx0/s320/Crystal_Comic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297874866133325250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me decide?? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1417418925196948776?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1417418925196948776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1417418925196948776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/superpowers.html' title='SuperPowers'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXTFO8XVZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbT8O-xjDJY/s72-c/250px-X_FACT_COV005_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1705745367130326531</id><published>2009-02-02T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:36:36.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the issue</title><content type='html'>I was just looking through pictures of women and I came across this site that said that being Voluptuous is now considered FAT?&lt;br /&gt;I mean what happened to men wanting tits and ass?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to feeling the soft flesh of your lovers' body as you're making sweet sweet love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, there's a catch here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a few of my guy friends if they like skinny girls. Any they're all like "no i prefer girls with a bit of flesh on them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the question is, what is "a bit"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need someone to define this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, no matter what they say, they still look at skinny girls and call them hot. Now what is the logic in that?&lt;br /&gt;They say that they want flesh on their women, but look at skinny girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will never be happy will they?&lt;br /&gt;When will women be accepted for who they are?&lt;br /&gt;Minus all the insecurities, the weight issues, the hair, the nails, the skin.&lt;br /&gt;When will girls with a bit more to love be called beautiful in modern context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I long to be called beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1705745367130326531?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1705745367130326531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1705745367130326531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/issue.html' title='the issue'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8221124372572990568</id><published>2009-02-02T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:22:18.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cross the bridge, face the consequence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXLOEBn2iI/AAAAAAAAABw/MYk0TK-xy1M/s1600-h/photo_10_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXLOEBn2iI/AAAAAAAAABw/MYk0TK-xy1M/s320/photo_10_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297863979130411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry, I think he's just sexy//// ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleepin I feel yo hand inside my boxers&lt;br /&gt;baby it’s 5 in the mornin you rubbin on&lt;br /&gt;Oscar know if you wake him up it’s gon be problems&lt;br /&gt;I know you playin with wat ya&lt;br /&gt;Want so I ain’t gon stop ya&lt;br /&gt;just let me open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so I can watch it you want a&lt;br /&gt;Dose of ya medicine you&lt;br /&gt;wanna see the doctor gon’ take em off&lt;br /&gt;so I can gon’&lt;br /&gt;Lock ya&lt;br /&gt;I call you momma&lt;br /&gt;you call me poppa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I just found this very amusing hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that i miss having "fun". You know, like coupley fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I felt myself pine for him.&lt;br /&gt;And when I say him, I mean Pravin.&lt;br /&gt;As in my ex.&lt;br /&gt;As in the one who cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss him,&lt;br /&gt;everysinglefuckingday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while other little girls wanted to be ballerina's, I wanted to be a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I STILL DO ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8221124372572990568?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8221124372572990568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8221124372572990568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/cross-bridge-face-consequence.html' title='cross the bridge, face the consequence'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SYXLOEBn2iI/AAAAAAAAABw/MYk0TK-xy1M/s72-c/photo_10_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1789116277579594178</id><published>2009-02-01T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:45:28.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screenwriting assignments done,&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to expand on my FYP script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired, drained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1789116277579594178?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1789116277579594178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1789116277579594178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/02/screenwriting-assignments-done-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8740112331170679307</id><published>2009-01-29T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:44:46.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holding out for a hero &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8740112331170679307?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8740112331170679307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8740112331170679307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/holding-out-for-hero-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6172716339627917613</id><published>2009-01-25T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:40:17.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I couldn't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's all your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You're so much braver than I gave you credit for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's not lip service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I couldn't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's all your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You are the bearer of unconditional things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You held your breath and the door for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thanks for your patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're the best listener that I've ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Best friend with benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What took me so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never felt this healthy before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've never wanted something rational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am aware now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am aware now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I couldn't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; It's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;zpct ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6172716339627917613?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6172716339627917613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6172716339627917613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/z.html' title='Z?'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-145873678102178556</id><published>2009-01-25T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:27:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SXv34V_sqkI/AAAAAAAAABg/3XGoSmWSCe8/s1600-h/sigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 65px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SXv34V_sqkI/AAAAAAAAABg/3XGoSmWSCe8/s320/sigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295098334253197890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the final straw.&lt;br /&gt;The final blow below the belt.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL not hope anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL erase you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I shall suffer, in silence. and probably in pain too.&lt;br /&gt;but thats life, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-145873678102178556?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/145873678102178556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/145873678102178556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more.html' title='no more'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SXv34V_sqkI/AAAAAAAAABg/3XGoSmWSCe8/s72-c/sigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8806505013322569513</id><published>2009-01-24T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:28:38.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>I remember when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd run to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In field of white flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your embrace is my air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I needed you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the world and&lt;br /&gt;All of it's powers&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep your love from me no&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep your love from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like the dragonflies' wings need the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like the orphan needs home once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like heaven needs more to come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I need you here like you've always been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I waved goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;From a field of white flowers&lt;br /&gt;You were so proud of me&lt;br /&gt;I was too proud to see that&lt;br /&gt;All of the world and&lt;br /&gt;All of it's power&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep your love from me no&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep your love from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like the dragonflies' wings need the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like the orphan needs home once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like heaven needs more to come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I need you here like you've always been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking for granted&lt;br /&gt;(taking for granted)&lt;br /&gt;And all of her smiles&lt;br /&gt;Could not be reminded&lt;br /&gt;You got away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm looking up to you&lt;br /&gt;From a field of white flowers&lt;br /&gt;You were so proud of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;All of the world and&lt;br /&gt;All of it's power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couldn't keep your love from me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couldn't keep your love from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;Like the dragonflies' wings need the wind&lt;br /&gt;Like the orphan needs home once again&lt;br /&gt;Like heaven needs more to come in&lt;br /&gt;I need you here&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Like the dragonflies' wings need the wind&lt;br /&gt;Like the orphan needs home once again&lt;br /&gt;Like heaven needs more to come in&lt;br /&gt;I need you here like you've always been&lt;br /&gt;La da da da...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8806505013322569513?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8806505013322569513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8806505013322569513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-4077543319345339179</id><published>2009-01-23T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:56:59.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SXmwESfCAdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ktf6yB1LgBI/s1600-h/Volt_by_miss_mosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SXmwESfCAdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ktf6yB1LgBI/s320/Volt_by_miss_mosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294456424678687186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was browsing through deviant today, and I saw such awesome photos...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna take up photography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty picture no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits go to mish-mosh for the photo.&lt;br /&gt;This photo is used for purely personal use and non-commercial (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-4077543319345339179?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4077543319345339179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4077543319345339179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuAKOJ3Bsas/SXmwESfCAdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ktf6yB1LgBI/s72-c/Volt_by_miss_mosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1917843678280528259</id><published>2009-01-23T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:11:53.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After looking at digital painting, i've decided that i wanna get myself a tablet and pen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY MONEY MONEY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1917843678280528259?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1917843678280528259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1917843678280528259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-looking-at-digital-painting-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3278717240845483479</id><published>2009-01-23T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:51:10.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Oughta Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="100%" bgcolor="#bbbbcc" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%" align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END OF RINGTONE 1 --&gt;   &lt;b&gt;"You Oughta Know"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  I want you to know, that I'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you both&lt;br /&gt;An older version of me&lt;br /&gt;Is she perverted like me&lt;br /&gt;Would she go down on you in a theatre&lt;br /&gt;Does she speak eloquently&lt;br /&gt;And would she have your baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, till you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem very well, things look peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity&lt;br /&gt;I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner&lt;br /&gt;It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, til you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna fade&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you close your eyes and you know it&lt;br /&gt;And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it...well can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END OF RINGTONE 2 --&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3278717240845483479?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3278717240845483479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3278717240845483479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-oughta-know.html' title='You Oughta Know'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-728522219587404998</id><published>2009-01-21T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:29:39.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connect the dots</title><content type='html'>If your feet hurt,&lt;br /&gt;from walking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will tend to them,&lt;br /&gt;with a velvet touch.&lt;br /&gt;If your lungs just don't wanna,&lt;br /&gt;work today.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll perform a mouth-to-mouth,&lt;br /&gt;until you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of my fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;Circling your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love,&lt;br /&gt;the desire taking hold of you?&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you do.&lt;br /&gt;I know all your favorite spots,&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we will connect the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your muscles are wound up and tight,&lt;br /&gt;Then I will loosen up the knots,&lt;br /&gt;until it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;If your ears just ache from listening,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll supply the remedy,&lt;br /&gt;In the melodies I'll sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of my fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;Circling your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love,&lt;br /&gt;the desire taking hold of you?&lt;br /&gt;Well I can tell you do.&lt;br /&gt;I know all your favorite spots,&lt;br /&gt;and tonight we will connect the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of my fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;Circling your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love,&lt;br /&gt;the desire taking hold of you?&lt;br /&gt;Well I can tell you do.&lt;br /&gt;I know all your favorite spots,&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we will connect the dots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-728522219587404998?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/728522219587404998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/728522219587404998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/connect-dots.html' title='Connect the dots'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-4288239987799142834</id><published>2009-01-20T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:48:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter!</title><content type='html'>Today, I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since i've laughed that hard.&lt;br /&gt;Till I was holding my tummy as it ached.&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE my wifeyyyyy to be &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGIE my girlfrienddddd always and foreverr &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES UP ON FACEBOOK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-4288239987799142834?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4288239987799142834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4288239987799142834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughter.html' title='Laughter!'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8584145678297664093</id><published>2009-01-19T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:31:34.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>There are things that I am very sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not elegant or suave.&lt;br /&gt;I'm clumsy, I'm dorky.&lt;br /&gt;I stutter when I can't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;I get lost for words, and it annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;My face turns red and hot when i'm embarressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give too much.&lt;br /&gt;I take too many beatings for a person I care for.&lt;br /&gt;I get ignored but I still try and try to maintain something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try too hard sometimes, much more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;I'm open with my feelings, I'm fast to love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fast to care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fast to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall to hard.&lt;br /&gt;I fall completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My optimism seeks refuge even in the smallest of scenarios of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trip over my own feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But within all this, I know that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm immensely loving.&lt;br /&gt;When I give, I give it all.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't expect anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with people I care for.&lt;br /&gt;I look for every opportunity to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to sacrifice something else.&lt;br /&gt;I've done it before, I'll do it again. I'll keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm needy.&lt;br /&gt;I crave for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Clarissa Glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sad story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8584145678297664093?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8584145678297664093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8584145678297664093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6767570025394374260</id><published>2009-01-19T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:17:01.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're worth living for</title><content type='html'>There are things in this world&lt;br /&gt;That I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;war&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the lay of the land&lt;br /&gt;But all of these, remain mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are worth living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm far away from you&lt;br /&gt;I get a little lost, a little out of my element&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way your body burns&lt;br /&gt;When we melt alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in this world&lt;br /&gt;That I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Like love, war, gravity&lt;br /&gt;Or the lay of the land&lt;br /&gt;But all of these, remain mysteries&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;You are worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I let my mind run free&lt;br /&gt;It never fails and it goes right to you&lt;br /&gt;And a smile takes a hold of me&lt;br /&gt;I've missed the way your body burns&lt;br /&gt;When we melt alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in this world&lt;br /&gt;That I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Like love, war, gravity&lt;br /&gt;Or the lay of the land&lt;br /&gt;But all of these, remain mysteries&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;You are worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in this world&lt;br /&gt;That I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Like love, war, gravity&lt;br /&gt;Or the lay of the land&lt;br /&gt;But all of these, remain mysteries&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;You are worth living for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6767570025394374260?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6767570025394374260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6767570025394374260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-worth-living-for.html' title='You&apos;re worth living for'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2062036573348607675</id><published>2009-01-18T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:33:34.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Staplegunned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do I have to spell it out for you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or scream it in your face&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh the chemistry between us could destroy this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I have to spell it out for you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh just stop right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think that we've got something here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you staplegunned right to my side all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2062036573348607675?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2062036573348607675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2062036573348607675'/><link 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away?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you be here?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i allow myself to be selfish and call you all mine?&lt;br /&gt;make you all mine.&lt;br /&gt;you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;always have, always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're special &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3777698710579951941?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3777698710579951941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3777698710579951941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-off-your-high-horse-lady.html' title='Get off your High Horse Lady'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5544193799124753763</id><published>2009-01-15T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:07:42.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know whats itching at you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the best you ever had, will ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that knowledge is killing you, I can smell it off you like a sick green stench.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5544193799124753763?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5544193799124753763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5544193799124753763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-whats-itching-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5849658755243269187</id><published>2009-01-14T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:58:54.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why why why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh here it comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That funny feelin again winding me up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time we touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey I dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just tell me where to begin cause I never ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felt so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I cant recall any love at all&lt;br /&gt;Baby this blows em all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So tell me why cant this be love&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Straight from my heart oh tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Cant this be love&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey only fools rush in&lt;br /&gt;and only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;If we stand the test of time&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;You've got to run to win and&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damned if&lt;br /&gt;I'll get hung up on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why cant this be love&lt;br /&gt;Baby why cant this be love&lt;br /&gt;Got to know why cant this be love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know why cant this be love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5849658755243269187?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5849658755243269187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5849658755243269187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-why-why.html' title='why why why?'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6838425199739277263</id><published>2009-01-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:55:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6838425199739277263?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6838425199739277263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6838425199739277263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6480443136555384764</id><published>2009-01-12T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:32:19.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about you last night&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;It was just too perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I had a hat, heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6480443136555384764?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is the year of CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5748470500836117160?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5748470500836117160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5748470500836117160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-i-keep-attracting-indians-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-4161265123286039312</id><published>2009-01-07T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:33:30.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved</title><content type='html'>I felt like I was withering away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I couldn't find myself anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was saved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saved by Kings Of Leon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-4161265123286039312?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4161265123286039312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4161265123286039312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/saved.html' title='Saved'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6080125380096129340</id><published>2009-01-05T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:48:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn It To The Ground;</title><content type='html'>well it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;, damn right, we're wound up too tight&lt;br /&gt;I've got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;that shit makes me bat shit crazy&lt;br /&gt;we've got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going off tonight&lt;br /&gt;to kick out every light&lt;br /&gt;to get anything that we want&lt;br /&gt;To drink everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're going till the world stops turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; while we burn it to the ground tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fist full of fifties, the tequilia just hit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we got no class, no taste, no shirt, and shit faced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we got it lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going off tonight&lt;br /&gt;to kick out every light&lt;br /&gt;to get anything that we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To drink everything in sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going till the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;while we burn it to the ground tonight&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ticking like a time bomb&lt;/span&gt;, drinking till the nights gone&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;get your hands off of this glass, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;last call my ass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeelllll no chain, no lock, and this train won't stop&lt;br /&gt;we got no friend, no tab, all in balls out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going off tonight&lt;br /&gt;to kick out every light&lt;br /&gt;to get anything that we want&lt;br /&gt;To drink everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;We're going till the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;while we burn it to the ground tonight&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;We're going off tonight&lt;br /&gt;to kick out every light&lt;br /&gt;to get anyything that we want&lt;br /&gt;To drink everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;We're going till the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;while we burn it to the ground tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6080125380096129340?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6080125380096129340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6080125380096129340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/burn-it-to-ground.html' title='Burn It To The Ground;'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2271094366468208359</id><published>2009-01-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:54:45.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>Games, changes and fears&lt;br /&gt;When will they go from here&lt;br /&gt;When will they stop&lt;br /&gt;I believe that fate has brought us here&lt;br /&gt;And we should be together&lt;br /&gt;But we're not&lt;br /&gt;I play it off but I'm dreamin of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it cool but I'm feigning.&lt;br /&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it it's clear &lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may appear to be free&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a prisoner of your love&lt;br /&gt;I may seem alright and smile when you leave&lt;br /&gt;But my smiles are just a front&lt;br /&gt;I play it off but I'm dreamin of you &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin&lt;br /&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my confession&lt;br /&gt;May I be your possesion &lt;br /&gt;Boy I need your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your love kisses and such&lt;br /&gt;With all my might I try&lt;br /&gt;But this I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I play it off but im dreamin of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin&lt;br /&gt;I try to say good bye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2271094366468208359?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2271094366468208359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2271094366468208359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5815308935573312747</id><published>2009-01-04T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:02:34.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he took my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I think he took my soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5815308935573312747?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5815308935573312747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5815308935573312747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-took-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6796175016110554513</id><published>2009-01-04T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:17:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You's</title><content type='html'>Long overdue list of thank yous for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;For being so considerate during the trying time of my breakup. For always listening even when I don't want to talk. For forgiving me when I do stupid things. Or when I don't do things at all.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;For being so so cool. You have no idea how much I show you off to my friends. They're all pretty jealous of you. For letting me drink to my fullest that night. For always asking if I wanna go out clubbing. For forgiving me when I stayed at the chalet without your permission.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma&lt;br /&gt;For just ALWAYS being there. For doing small things for me that make me so guilty that i'm making you do it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi&lt;br /&gt;For being that annoying little sister haha. For being understanding. For being on my side (most of the time) and for not telling them about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;For being the best brother anyone could have. For listening to me, for putting up with my nonsense. For not judging. For just being you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;For forgiving me after what I did. I know its a bit different now, but you know that i'll always love you. It'll be okay for us. Just give it time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie&lt;br /&gt;For being this bubble of hyperness and never failing to me make me laugh. For all those bumper stickers, really they make a difference. You'll be fine, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;For being so close to me even after such a short time of really knowing each other. For being honest all the time, even though it stings sometimes, I like it. You really open my mind out to things.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dion&lt;br /&gt;For being a supportive friend after all this time. For always making me laugh. For keeping me company during all those drawing classes, for being patient and teaching me techniques on how to draw well.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine and Gina&lt;br /&gt;For going to TOC and FFAF with me! For being a joy to be around. For cheering me up that day and for all the music.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack&lt;br /&gt;For making an impact in my 08. For those times when we thought something would happen. For all the movie talk.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;For being awesome. For making me feel special. Although we don't know what the future has in store for us, we'll always be friends. People so alike in so many ways can't not be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEA pals&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! Its really been a joy working with you all. It makes working worthwhile. For making IKEA my second home. For all the laughs, the sharing; joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL pals&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't forget you all.&lt;br /&gt;Though small, everyone of you made an impact in my life. I'll never forget TP Design. Never. The best years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers&lt;br /&gt;For always being there for me when I need help. For being so cool and open-minded. For all the knowledge you bestowed upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Although we've grown further and further apart this year, you'll always be my cousin, and i'll always love you. For all the times I cried in your room.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie&lt;br /&gt;I love you girl. We became really close this year. The movie outings and just outings. I can always tell you anything and everything. Thank you for being a becon of hope for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy&lt;br /&gt;For... you know haha For always being there for me as well. For asking me to go out. For the hugs, the affectionate molestation you've given me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thank you for everything. For going for TOC. For the christmas present. Just for being an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy&lt;br /&gt;For the awesome years we've known each other. For the special way you make me feel. For always being there, though not in flesh but in mind. You'll always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravin&lt;br /&gt;For being the biggest impact in 2008. Both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the best time of my life. For the guitar, for the valentines day suprise outing. For always being there. For being a shoulder to cry on. For encouraging me. For helping me in anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;For all the kisses and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;For your warm hands and affectionate eyes. For all the nights you stayed out late just to be with me. For all our private moments. For the first time at your house. For all the other times. For your presence. For your strength. For you love. For everything.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye 2008 and hello 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope its better for us all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6796175016110554513?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6796175016110554513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/6796175016110554513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-yous.html' title='Thank You&apos;s'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-1692418170387280244</id><published>2009-01-04T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:49:24.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll dance all night</title><content type='html'>its so hard for me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;for me to come to the realisation that you are slowly fading away.&lt;br /&gt;the feelings i've felt for you during the past month or two are slowly slipping back into the dark corners of my mind, where every other sad sad memory is stored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk we had that night opened my mind to things.&lt;br /&gt;my heart and brain story which I told frightened me at how atuned I am to my emotions although sometimes i feel totally eradicated from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm come to terms with my weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;thus I will learn how to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;To steady my beating heart whenever I feel it taking control over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the feelings are going away.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly they will be all gone.&lt;br /&gt;I will be free again.&lt;br /&gt;To look for love, which you have since lost faith in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I have not lost faith in love.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to pine for love.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to love wholly and completely as how I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love.&lt;br /&gt;And I will thrive on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will control my heart&lt;br /&gt;Not to love so easily&lt;br /&gt;Not to fall&lt;br /&gt;Not to be ready for breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;Always have been.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have Nick to thank for that.&lt;br /&gt;The memories with him, the ones I always thought i'd never forget, are forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories with Pravin still cling,&lt;br /&gt;but they will be gone soon too. Like with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the memories of that day in your house, that very first time, they will be forgotten too.&lt;br /&gt;Sure it hurt, still hurts when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm strong,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for love,&lt;br /&gt;I won't go searching.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it come to me.&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll dance all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-1692418170387280244?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1692418170387280244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/1692418170387280244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-dance-all-night.html' title='We&apos;ll dance all night'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-4228484882560697175</id><published>2009-01-02T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:39:28.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>It hurts that I was not mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts that even after all we've been through, you still feel sore.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;I thought things were okay.&lt;br /&gt;When you said it was okay after I apologized, I assumed that everything would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you I guess...&lt;br /&gt;But it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF I did a shout out to everyone who made an impact in my life for 08.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be mentioned for sure. But we're two different people. So its different, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all about love and forgiveness, but I guess its different for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-4228484882560697175?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4228484882560697175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4228484882560697175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3647078537110891202</id><published>2009-01-02T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:30:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching John Mayer's concert just now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my weakness are guys who play the guitar and sing...&lt;br /&gt;and I SWEAR I wanted to be his mic.&lt;br /&gt;His lips were ON the mic... I could kiss him all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my harddisk were to crash one day... and all my songs where to... vanish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll either cry myself silly OR kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think i'll kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No i'm not loving you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3647078537110891202?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3647078537110891202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3647078537110891202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-watching-john-mayers-concert-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-5140734476286800334</id><published>2009-01-02T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:47:11.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse</title><content type='html'>every time I see an IKEA product, i'll say the name and (if i can) quote the price as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the curse of working there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-5140734476286800334?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5140734476286800334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/5140734476286800334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2009/01/curse.html' title='The Curse'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-7290040256666506017</id><published>2008-12-30T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:52:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away</title><content type='html'>this time what I want is you&lt;br /&gt;there is no one else&lt;br /&gt;who can take your place&lt;br /&gt;this time you burn me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you see past all the lies&lt;br /&gt;you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;and it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;it keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make my way to you&lt;br /&gt;but still I feel so lost&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;and it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;it keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give up on me yet&lt;br /&gt;don't forget who I am&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not there yet&lt;br /&gt;but don't let&lt;br /&gt;me stay here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time what I want is you&lt;br /&gt;there is no one else&lt;br /&gt;who can take your place&lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough and it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;it keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;just take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, please, please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-7290040256666506017?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7290040256666506017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/7290040256666506017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-me-away.html' title='take me away'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-4813421588976521538</id><published>2008-12-29T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:06:26.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>you start a conversation&lt;br /&gt;it goes great&lt;br /&gt;you like him, he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;then you spend time together&lt;br /&gt;feelings grow deeper&lt;br /&gt;and one day without even realising it&lt;br /&gt;you find out you're in love&lt;br /&gt;time stops&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like the whole is made for just you two.&lt;br /&gt;you two alone.&lt;br /&gt;until one day, one of you leaves&lt;br /&gt;and rips the still beating heart right out of the other&lt;br /&gt;and the other becomes a broken hollow mockery of a human condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup thats the plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-4813421588976521538?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4813421588976521538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/4813421588976521538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2008/12/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-2876761808231422506</id><published>2008-12-29T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:34:31.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will try... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-2876761808231422506?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2876761808231422506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/2876761808231422506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-3353983102621719509</id><published>2008-12-28T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:08:07.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wake up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-3353983102621719509?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3353983102621719509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/3353983102621719509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2008/12/wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-6145150131127950861</id><published>2008-12-26T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:16:54.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox</title><content type='html'>I'm cleaning you out from my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-6145150131127950861?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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love me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;nothing more&lt;br /&gt;nothing less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take all I have&lt;br /&gt;and return it back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find myself,&lt;br /&gt;a somebody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-88976059221378161?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/88976059221378161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/88976059221378161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-gonna.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna...'/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-8159876105571532954</id><published>2008-12-23T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:25:45.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep doing the same thing over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I told myself that i'd give you space.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I told myself that i'd leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep coming back.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I do, I regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so much regret in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-8159876105571532954?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8159876105571532954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/8159876105571532954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-keep-doing-same-thing-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30866534.post-947395743828717058</id><published>2008-12-23T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:32:06.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shake shake...&lt;br /&gt;shake shake&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;shake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30866534-947395743828717058?l=missgepunk69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/947395743828717058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30866534/posts/default/947395743828717058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgepunk69.blogspot.com/2008/12/shake-shake.html' title=''/><author><name>Missgepunk69</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778305666188937170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v99/mystic07/Me/11100582827468s.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
