<?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-4209831230259925039</id><updated>2011-09-05T09:05:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All it takes ,is a thyng 0r tw0 (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-6286702376473961261</id><published>2011-09-05T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:05:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary, &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to please people ? Why don't i have th ability, superpowers some magic to please everyone . I just want to run away and never come back. Find new thyngs to live for, find new adventures. I need a new reason to smile because i am smilyng fer all the wrong reasons. Call me emotional i dont fucking care. I feel the need fer nonchalance . As they say, nonchalance is key. Are thy not right ?/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALESANA ON TH 16TH ! 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Thrs no poynt in holdyn back anymore . Im nt gg to waste anymre tyme . I want it so badly , &amp;nd i feel it burn in my soul . Im gg to take my fyrst step ahead , . Thrs no turnyn back . Thys dreamer wyl' nvr stop belyevng . Thys dreamer wyl' nvr gyve up . Thys dreamer shall walk dwn tht path , wyth her spiryts hygher thn th stars . Sh knws sh wyl . , soon . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-5520296063593181234?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/5520296063593181234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/10/nt-only-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5520296063593181234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5520296063593181234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/10/nt-only-dreamer.html' title='Nt only a dreamer .'/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-8667054747986712041</id><published>2010-10-10T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:47:51.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526098267296104290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TLClGHgV_2I/AAAAAAAAANs/57xdA6cf5ts/s400/tumblr_l7xmpkhuHA1qzf5qio1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is thr a part of you tht doesnt want to face reality anymore ? A part of you tht wants to run far away frm whr you are nw , . Do you yearn to be free ? Crave fr sylence , a strong desyre for a permanent vacatyon at a place whr no one knws but you / .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A part of her wanted to be free / . Sh longed for tranquiylity . Sh wanted to be alone , at a beach .. Somewhr sh cn isolate herself , &amp;amp;nd ponder . Sh wanted to feel strong agayn . Sh desyred to be happy , . happy wyth herself . But none of it seemed easy fr her . Sh was afrayd sh myght lose control of herself. Sh was afrayd sh would lose al' her fayth , tht sh would stp belyevng . &amp;amp;nd whn tht day came , sh knew sh was gg to fade away wyth her spiryts , &amp;amp;nd lose herself forever. But whn sh opened here eyes , sh found herself on sand , . The scenery infrnt of her took her breath away . No words could descrybe th feelyn sh had insyde . Sh could feel th intensity of th sun on her skyn &amp;amp;nd as sh closed her eyes , sh rubbed her hands in th sand &amp;amp;nd felt th beauty of nature embrace her . Sh couldn remember anythyng . Her memory had evanesce wyth th waves in th sea . Al' her sorrows , her myseryes .. her sadness , were gone . &amp;amp;nd sh thought to herself , was thys heaven ? Is thys hw heaven feels lyke ? Sh stood up , &amp;amp;nd took a slow walk dwn th path . Sh looked arnd , &amp;amp;nd saw tht sh was alone , . Sh knew sh was th only soul thr , but sh felt a presence , a strong force callyn' out to her . Sh felt a sudden blast of fear in her , sh wanted to turn , but sh couldn . &amp;amp;nd thn , a strong wynd greeted her .. &amp;amp;nd sh breathed in th ayr . Sh knew tht smell , sh recognysed tht scent . &amp;amp;nd whn sh turned arnd , her heart stopped beatyng . Sh became weak at wht sh saw , . Ohh he was beautyful . Her eyes had nvr seen such allurement . Th sea couldn compare to hys beauty . He was a god .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh walked toward hym , &amp;amp;nd wyth each step sh took , sh got lost in hym further . Sh had a peculyar feelyng , sh felt lyke sh had known hym al' her lyfe . As sh got closer &amp;amp;nd closer to hym , her mynd started to play back memoryes of hym , .&lt;br /&gt;Sh saw hym , sh was thr . Infrnt of hym , . But , he walked away . Her heart screamed out to hym , ... But he left in tht second , &amp;amp;nd he nvr turned back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sh started to breathe heavily , sh was suffocatyng . Sh couldn see anythyng , . Her tears streamed ceaselessly lyke a veyl ,keepyn her fr seeyng too clearly . As sh layed thr , sh felt a strong embrace arnd her weakened body . Sh felt a touch on her eyes , &amp;amp;nd her tears were wept away . Sh nvr wanted to wake up frm tht feelyng . Sh felt safe in those hands , sh felt strong . Sh felt alyve agayn . Sh hugged hym tyght , nvr wantyng to let go . Sh knew tht sh had yearned fr hys touch , hys smell , . &amp;amp;nd sh was fynally in hys embrace . Sh looked up , &amp;amp;nd stared into those eyes . Thy were innocent , . Nothyng lyke shes evr seen before . He was flawless , &amp;amp;nd sh nvr belyeved such perfectyon exysted . He told her , tht he would nvr leave her . He promysed her tht he wld be wyth her forever , in tht lyfe , &amp;amp;nd th next lyfe ..&amp;amp;nd th next . He apologysed fr leavyng her .He told her hw much he regretted walkyn' away frm her . &amp;amp;nd at tht moment , sh saw tears glyttered lyke rhynestones on hys lashes . He heart skypped a beat . Sh took hys face in her hands , &amp;amp;nd told hym tht sh would wayt forever fr hym to fynally be hers . Sh hugged hym close , &amp;amp;nd wyshed to be in tht posityon forever . , but sh felt a force , pullyng them apart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was brutal , cold . Sh was slowly pulled further &amp;amp;nd further away frm hym , . Sh couldn breathe . It was lyke her heart was rypped out of her chest . Sh shouted at hym , askyn hym to come back . He promysed nvr to leave her ... He promysed to be wyth her forever . But as sh got further away frm hym sh saw hys lyps move , to tht one word tht sh nvr wanted to hear . Sh covered her ears &amp;amp;nd closed her eyes . But it was too late . It was stuck wyth her forever .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526100523802122418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TLCnJdpTWLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SvzwR6Z2iak/s320/64038_450600773655_640843655_5180787_8136218_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Reality"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TLClGHgV_2I/AAAAAAAAANs/57xdA6cf5ts/s1600/tumblr_l7xmpkhuHA1qzf5qio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-8667054747986712041?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/8667054747986712041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-thr-part-of-you-tht-doesnt-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/8667054747986712041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/8667054747986712041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-thr-part-of-you-tht-doesnt-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>! 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{:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TKjQ2sOBOUI/AAAAAAAAANM/WQRT9T_I_Wg/s72-c/selena-gomez-year-without-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-1790200662736424594</id><published>2010-10-02T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:06:40.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TKYcLxHXcvI/AAAAAAAAAME/F9lile9kScg/s320/imagesCAV53OWJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523132981504865010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th vanity of th lyfe i lyve . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tyme to shake thyngs up ! &lt;br /&gt;Its tyme to smyle lyke iv' nvr smyld before ! &lt;br /&gt;To cry tears of happyness , .&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nyghts are fynally worth nt sleepyng' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its MOVYE tyme ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cn lyve a myllyon years lyke thys , infrnt of my TV , . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryng , &amp;nd laughyng .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movyes are magycal . Kynda' lyke th closest thyng to magyc anyone cn get .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TKYhD3d-V1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/2JkLG5jA0fo/s320/imagesCAACJUYY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523138343329486674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohk , so i just watchd Faana agayn . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshh Aamyr Khan , you knw hw to make me weak al' over  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TKYhTy4Cn0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/7qzJ7WL9quc/s400/imagesCAPRO7ZV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523138616974548802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd Arya ! haha(: Amy Jackson is some lucky soul . &lt;br /&gt;To get to romance hym on such grounds , . Id do anythyng to get to do wht sh dyd  ! &lt;br /&gt;Madharasapttynam was AWESOME&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TKYhq_FxF-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yyiq3ymP8ns/s400/imagesCA1JLRLC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523139015390336994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Raavanan just nw .I would hve enjoyd th movye more if Vykram dydn dye at th end ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th hols are relly allowyng me to catch up wyth lyfe ! Al' th movyes iv' been missyng out on ! Glad i hve more tyme to stare at Arya nw (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TKYiziBMqmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5ygYfZx8jkk/s400/imagesCAYK624P.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523140261716994658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SkyttleDreams&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-1790200662736424594?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/1790200662736424594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/10/th-vanity-of-th-lyfe-i-lyve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1790200662736424594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1790200662736424594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/10/th-vanity-of-th-lyfe-i-lyve.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TKYcLxHXcvI/AAAAAAAAAME/F9lile9kScg/s72-c/imagesCAV53OWJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-2896055799101799928</id><published>2010-10-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:11:34.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These tears has to stop ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht you say to me doesnt make you or me a btr person , .&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt mean anythng . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black , Brown , Grey , . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whtevr colour i may be , whethr or nt you cn accept me , . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy , . Im happy wyth wht i am . , Wyth wht i hve .&lt;br /&gt;I have parents tht love me . &lt;br /&gt;Systers tht love me . &lt;br /&gt;Fryends tht care fr me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dysgustyng .&lt;br /&gt;Foul in every way !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tryed usyng my language agaynst me , . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni yao zhi dao shang di wei se mo yao gei ni yi zhang chou de lian ma ?/!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi wei le biao xian chu ni chou lou de yi mian . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray tht i nvr see al' of you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youl' get a taste of wht youv' been doyng al' your lyfe . &lt;br /&gt;You talk abt my family , abt me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hve you forgotten tht you hve a family too , tht youl' hve a family in th future , . &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd trust me , . Thys past wyl' haunt you , &amp;nd your future . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wyl suffer , . Slow , &amp;nd paynfully . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd Il nvr be happyer(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-2896055799101799928?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/2896055799101799928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-tears-has-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2896055799101799928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2896055799101799928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-tears-has-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-2253505571324684515</id><published>2010-09-21T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:23:08.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJj3kzEP-KI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kkZOHOSbiNQ/s320/tom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519433554897926306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You strum my heart , in sync wyth my heartbeat " - &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-2253505571324684515?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/2253505571324684515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-strum-my-heart-in-sync-wyth-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2253505571324684515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2253505571324684515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-strum-my-heart-in-sync-wyth-my.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJj3kzEP-KI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kkZOHOSbiNQ/s72-c/tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-4965749497971480739</id><published>2010-09-21T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T02:20:16.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEKALEKALEKALEKA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILEKA LEKA-MAN ! LEKALEKA ! LEKALEKALEKALEKALEKALEKA!&lt;br /&gt;AI LEKA &amp;ND ME LEKA WENT CRAZY LEKA-YNG LEKA NYGHT ! LEKA-ED TO SLEEP LEKALEKA ! &lt;br /&gt;LELELELELELELELELELELELEKA! (hahahahahaha in leka language) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEKALEKA , LEKAOFF NW ! LEKA.LEKA.LEKA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-4965749497971480739?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/4965749497971480739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/lekalekalekaleka-ileka-leka-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4965749497971480739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4965749497971480739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/lekalekalekaleka-ileka-leka-man.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-4912132775923532961</id><published>2010-09-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:42:08.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Th way you treated th ppl arnd you , . Th way you made it seem lyke my whole lyfe revolves arnd you , . Lyke i needed you . Lyke i owe you my lyfe , &amp;nd tht i must dedycate my whole lyfe to you ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I had enough of disappointments from you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nw , name me one of th dysappoyntment i hve caused , . Ohh , fcuk it . Name me al' th dysappoyntments i hve caused to you . Come on , lyst em' al' out fr me . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant belyeve after al'iv done fr you , thys is wht you say to me . Whnevr you were in need , name th person you called , you looked upon fr care , &amp;nd warmth .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or , were they ryght ?! Were you usyng me just lyke you used em' . &amp;nd whn you got tyred , you threw me away cos you found a new tyssue to blow into ?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whn i met her tht day , &amp;nd we talked .. Sh told me abt you , . Sh warned me .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dyd i lysten ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly nt worth my tyme . We went through alot  , . But th only thyng you dyd , was pull me dwn wyth you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldv' knwn btr thn to trust someone tht much , . But thnks ,. Lesson learnt , (: haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But if this is how you going to repay me for this "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had to laugh aftr readyng tht message .. You cn save al' your words for someone wh actually cares , cos if i had done somethyng , i wld be sorry . But th only sorry one here , is you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd yes , your speechless alryght . Speechless only because you hve nothyng else to say to defend yourself wyth . Dysappoynted wyth me ? nahh , your only dysappoynted wyth yourself .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd yes , i am dysappoynted .. Im totally sorry tht your sympathy card aynt workyng on me . Im sry fr myself . I nvr shldv' fallen into your trap . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd dont even get me started on dysappoyntments , or trust !  Or hw close we were , . Cos you dk nothyng abt fryendshyp ! To you , fryends = someone you cn use to blow into , a tyssue ! &amp;nd whn thrs no more space in tht tyssue , you just take another one !  &amp;nd sadly , i had more space .. &amp;nd i put up wyth you longer .. But in return , i regret th most ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry , but i actually hve a lyfe i hve to attend to . &amp;nd my lyfe , doesnt include you . &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gt your say' , . You thynk you won , . But whts your' pryce ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohk , heres' your pryce :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly , you dyd nt wyn anythyng ... But you dyd lose somethyng . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd i dont hve to spell it out for you , cos it sure is clear engh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-4912132775923532961?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/4912132775923532961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/th-way-you-treated-th-ppl-arnd-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4912132775923532961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4912132775923532961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/th-way-you-treated-th-ppl-arnd-you.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-698883098896101050</id><published>2010-09-19T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:05:47.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJZIFJXmi5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/YPnLmbTxIq8/s320/tumblr_l8uuhfVgup1qzf5qio1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518677646640581522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fr every beauty thr is an eye smewhr to see it . Fr every truth there is an ear smewhr to hear it . Fr every love there is a heart smewhr to receyve it ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-698883098896101050?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/698883098896101050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/fr-every-beauty-thr-is-eye-smewhr-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/698883098896101050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/698883098896101050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/fr-every-beauty-thr-is-eye-smewhr-to.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJZIFJXmi5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/YPnLmbTxIq8/s72-c/tumblr_l8uuhfVgup1qzf5qio1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-962059373485196688</id><published>2010-09-18T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:10:18.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJTWjlgzwQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VQvKEfJNQXA/s400/mystakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518271350289187074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometymes i wonder ,why am i such a mess . I keep screwyng up , keep makyng' to many mystakes . I knw , we aynt perfect , &amp;nd we al' make mystakes , . But i keep makyng mystakes , . too much tht its killyng me on th insyde . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Wyth every thought insyde my head , &lt;br /&gt;Wyth every breath i take .&lt;br /&gt;I fyght to keep my eyes frm closyn' ,&lt;br /&gt;I fyght to stay awake .&lt;br /&gt;Im reachyn' towards th payn insyde , &lt;br /&gt;Voyces beggyn' me to stay .&lt;br /&gt;It hurts , ohhgod .. It hurts too much . "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd thn agayn , wythout these mystakes .. i wld be clueless / . I wouldn knw wht i dyd tht i shouldn do , &amp;nd nw tht iv' commytd tht mystake , im far frm repeatyng it agayn ..&lt;br /&gt;But , these are nt mystakes tht i cn control doyng .. These are mystakes tht i make wythout knwyng iv' made em' .&lt;br /&gt;I hurt too many ppl , my close fryends / .&lt;br /&gt;Th ones tht mean so much to me , . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear , tht one day , .. Theyl' turn theyr backs on me . Tht they cant stand me anymore . / &amp;nd thn' , its just me &amp;nd thys salted earth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Krataeyngdaeng( iv' myssed thys name so much ) . , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knw tht youv' made up your' mynd .. Tht you feel you dont belong in X , &amp;nd you want out ..&lt;br /&gt;But i do hope wyth al' my heart tht thys wont affect wht we hve . I dont want any awkwardness btwn us , .&lt;br /&gt;X was somethyng we created to kyll our boredom ,.. &amp;nd thn it got more seryous , .. We al' shared a common bond , a dream , . &amp;nd no mtr wht happens , tht dream wyl be closest to our hearts .. &amp;nd it dont mtr if we are in a band or nt .. Musyc means th world to us . &amp;nd as long as we hve musyc in our hearts , thn we are close to reachyn' our dreams .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont evr say goodbye to me , .. I nvr wna hear it agayn . I want us to hang out , i want our 'place-less' moments agayn , moments whr you protect me frm crazy-ass weyrdos' ! Moments whr we stand infrnt of a bakery &amp;nd get hyt on by amerycans ! Moments wyth you &amp;nd Lala , . We are dreamers aftr al' /.. &amp;nd nothyng' cn change tht ! No power combyned is strng engh to break wht we hve ! &lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMYKRATAEYNGDAENGS , &amp;nd always wyll(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sry if iv' hurt you today , or any othr day .. I dydn mean any of it ,. &amp;nd im feelyn' truly messed up . I hope you hvnt gyven up on me yet .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just lyke hw Tom needs Byll , I need You . " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you hvnt forgotten hw much tht sentence means to me . , &amp;nd i hope we cn meet up agayn soon . Tc , &amp;nd you knw whr i am whn you need me . (Just 8 digyts , and a send button away) &lt;3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJTc7cMgqKI/AAAAAAAAALM/8O3GgjIaUkE/s400/dreamers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518278357174757538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Nysha ! I knw your readyng' thys ! Haha , i just wna' say tht once agayn , i had fun wyth you ! So much fun , esp hw we parted ! Lawl ! I actually laughd by myself fr a whyle ! &amp;nd whyle crossyng th road , i had to look into my phne cos i needed to laugh relly bad! HAHA ! You gyrls are aamazyng ! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd eventhough youv' changed( more ITE-YSH ) ... &amp;nd more Kuppeh ! Haha , il' styl love you forever &amp;nd ever &amp;nd ever ,. &amp;nd no mtr hw hard you try to push me away , im stayng, tyl death do us part  ! (:&lt;br /&gt;I cant wayt fr our date on monday ! Hahaha(: &amp;nd i hope th rayn doesnt spoyl our plans agayn .. &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd Eiizatey ! Lawl ! Thys is a story of a gyrl i knw .. Sh is so fyerce , .. &amp;nd truly sensityve . We barely got along in sch , &amp;nd i knew sh hated my guts ! &lt;br /&gt;Iv' made mystakes , &amp;nd hurt her in th past .. but i regret it terribly ..&lt;br /&gt;We cn nvr understand each othr , &amp;nd we cn nvr come to an agreement , bt i love &amp;nd cherysh her fryendshyp so much , tht our dyfferences dont mean a thyngg ! &lt;br /&gt;I dk if your' readyng thys , but if you are , .. thn please , try to get ready FASTER ! &amp;nd shower FASTER ! Dont take your tyme whyle gettyn' ready as your' nt a pryncess ! Dogs wont byte if you dont agytate em' fyrst ! &amp;nd CATS are harmless ! &lt;br /&gt;Let your frynge down ! ! &amp;nd lastly ., ILoveYou(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJTjqHULCaI/AAAAAAAAALk/-UYA3jkoByo/s400/LOVES3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518285756093368738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJTjp7VPoEI/AAAAAAAAALc/ChHqruOizu8/s400/loves1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518285752876638274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJTjppuj3rI/AAAAAAAAALU/9c1cAPyfF4Y/s400/loves2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518285748150984370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thys 23rd , we hve to celebrate ohkk(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-962059373485196688?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/962059373485196688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometymes-i-wonder-why-am-i-such-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/962059373485196688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/962059373485196688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometymes-i-wonder-why-am-i-such-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJTWjlgzwQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VQvKEfJNQXA/s72-c/mystakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-2822495497364129219</id><published>2010-09-17T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:30:24.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im scared .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytyme i see her , her eyes are red .. Face is pale , almost swollen .&lt;br /&gt;Dear god , please protect her .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJMIXuD7E_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZS4seyQcjDg/s320/sksk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517763172053488626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we just gyve up, gyve into the pressure&lt;br /&gt;wer'e losyng it all, wer'e losyng control" -SKSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought abt al' those thyngs you called me , al' those &lt;br /&gt;words you sayd to me .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we fryends ? Was i your' fryend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was i anothr game you playd .. If i was , &lt;br /&gt;thn dyd you hve fun ?/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you clearly thought you won th game , .&lt;br /&gt;Bt whts th pryce ? ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometymes i wonder hw you feel your' ryght al' th tyme ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJMYN-s1GTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kpZkkm9UeY4/s400/think!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517780596907383090" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-2822495497364129219?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/2822495497364129219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2822495497364129219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2822495497364129219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJMIXuD7E_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZS4seyQcjDg/s72-c/sksk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-1536931919266655560</id><published>2010-09-15T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:20:19.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Hate feeling like this .&lt;br /&gt; I'm so tired of trying to fight this&lt;br /&gt; I'm asleep and all I dream of&lt;br /&gt; Is waking to You&lt;br /&gt; Tell me that You will listen&lt;br /&gt; You're touch is what i'm missing&lt;br /&gt; And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing You&lt;br /&gt; Comatose&lt;br /&gt; I'll never wake up without an overdose of You&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna live, I dont wanna breathe&lt;br /&gt; 'Les I feel you next to me&lt;br /&gt; You take the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause my dreams don't comfort me&lt;br /&gt; The way You make me feel&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; I hate living without You&lt;br /&gt; Dead wrong to ever doubt You&lt;br /&gt; But my demons lay in waiting&lt;br /&gt; Tempting me away&lt;br /&gt; Oh how I adore You&lt;br /&gt; Oh how I thirst for You&lt;br /&gt; Oh how I need You&lt;br /&gt; Comatose&lt;br /&gt; I'll never wake up without an overdose of You&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna live, I dont wanna breathe&lt;br /&gt; 'Les I feel You next to me&lt;br /&gt; You take the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause my dreams don't comfort me&lt;br /&gt; The way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; Breathing life&lt;br /&gt; Waking up&lt;br /&gt; My eyes open up&lt;br /&gt; Comatose&lt;br /&gt; I'll never wake up without an overdose of You&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna live, I dont wanna breathe&lt;br /&gt; 'Les I feel You next to me&lt;br /&gt; You take the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause my dreams don't comfort me&lt;br /&gt; The way You make me feel&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; Oh how I adore You&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; Oh how I thirst for You&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real&lt;br /&gt; Oh how I adore You&lt;br /&gt; The way You make me feel&lt;br /&gt; Waking up to You never felt so real "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazyng hw a song cn speak my heart , . &amp;nd it hurts knwyng hw true it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gta' love Carlo Bardoli ! Im addycted to hym . &amp;nd hys crazy ass vydeos ! Esp hys versyon of DangerLyne &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJCPAm4j9bI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gqTWDm_SwxY/s320/carlo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517066784129414578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Passyon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJB--OCpIkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xXPAmm61kxo/s200/mypassion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517049150915027522" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-1536931919266655560?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/1536931919266655560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/hate-feeling-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1536931919266655560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1536931919266655560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/09/hate-feeling-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TJCPAm4j9bI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gqTWDm_SwxY/s72-c/carlo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-2674962776575788750</id><published>2010-09-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:38:50.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TH029pBeTMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/o51L9V5pJnk/s320/tom_kaulitz_1265586139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511621951583308994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm staring at a broken door&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left here anymore&lt;br /&gt;My room is cold, it's making me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waitin' here so long&lt;br /&gt;Another moment seems to have come&lt;br /&gt;I see the dark clouds comin' up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the storm into the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose myself I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon just me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half moon fading from my sight&lt;br /&gt;I see your vision in it's light&lt;br /&gt;But now it's gone and left me so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know I have to find you now&lt;br /&gt;Can hear you name and don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we make this darkness feel like home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the storm into the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose myself I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting all this power coming in my way&lt;br /&gt;Let it take me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;I've been running night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you soon just me and you&lt;br /&gt;We'll be there soon, so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the storm into the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose myself I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01092010 . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyl it be today ? Wyl you fynd her , today ? &lt;br /&gt;I wysh you al' th happyness in th world . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" 4 years ago , i longed to see you .. Even frm a dystance , it wouldn' matter . &lt;br /&gt;4 years later , i saw you .. Ryght thr , &amp;nd i was as helpless . "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyest Byrthday to you , &amp;nd may th lyght shyne on you fr as long as you lyve . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smyle keeps thys heart gg , . &amp;nd il' nvr gyve up . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 I Love You wyth al' my heart dear soul , &amp;nd il' hold on tyl th day i get to tel' tht to you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear You , &lt;br /&gt;        Everytyme i look up at th moon , i see your face . I close my eyes &amp;nd talk to you , . &amp;nd you lysten to me . Thys heart screams in sylence , fr you to take a turn , to look closer , . To fynd her . &lt;br /&gt;Wht you sayd , .. Your words through my heart lyke a dagger hungry fr blood . &lt;br /&gt;I belyevd in you , &amp;nd you belyevd in yourself . &lt;br /&gt;It was a myracle , . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd you knw tht i wyl nvr stop belyevng .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wyl wayt , fr th day i get to tel you hw inconsyderate you are whn you take up al' th space on a chayr ! &lt;br /&gt;I wyl wayt , fr th day i get to slap your legs &amp;nd tel you to syt properly . &lt;br /&gt;I wyl wayt , fr th day i cn fynally stare into those eyes , &amp;nd tel' you hw beautyful you are , eventhough youv' heard it way too many tymes . &lt;br /&gt;I wyl wayt , fr th day i get to share al' th candyes in th world wyth you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nd I wyl wayt , fr th day i get to tel you tht you are my Superman . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-2674962776575788750?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/2674962776575788750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-staring-at-broken-door-theres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2674962776575788750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2674962776575788750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-staring-at-broken-door-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/TH029pBeTMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/o51L9V5pJnk/s72-c/tom_kaulitz_1265586139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-255410210400055325</id><published>2010-06-27T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:51:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALONE.DEPRESSED.MYSERY.WORTHLESS.HURT.TORN.SCARED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-255410210400055325?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/255410210400055325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/06/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/255410210400055325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/255410210400055325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/06/alone.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-1331610902749025139</id><published>2010-06-03T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:13:23.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nvr dyd i thynk tht i could feel thys way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th ANGER , . &amp;and FRUSTRATYON !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dk why i felt tht way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Sad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Lonely .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt Myserable .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to vanysh , to be invisyble /.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nvr wna' be seen agaen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyth my eyes shut tyght , i told myself .&lt;br /&gt;It was nt worth it .&lt;br /&gt;I shook ., wyth tht exaggerated anger in me .&lt;br /&gt;I wantd sylence . &lt;br /&gt;All i wantd was sylence ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it nvr came ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im to be blame .&lt;br /&gt;Mayb im cursd ? /&lt;br /&gt;Mayb im sent by th one above to make others suffer ? ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why werent' we creatd wyth a refresh button on us ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Th future , its somethyng whych everyone reaches at th rate of syxty mynutes an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ! I cant keep gg , I DONT WNA' KEEP GG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant lyve knwyng thr is gna' be a tmr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared ... I fear .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thn i realysd , im only human / .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dear self , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sry tht you'r always so myserable ...&lt;br /&gt;Always cryng . Always in payn .&lt;br /&gt;Ive tryed to make thyngs btr, but to no avayl .&lt;br /&gt;Please , dont shut down on me too .&lt;br /&gt;Wel' be fyne , here .&lt;br /&gt;Together in thys corner ... Surrounded by four walls .&lt;br /&gt;Your' al tht i hve .  "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-1331610902749025139?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/1331610902749025139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/06/nvr-dyd-i-thynk-tht-i-could-feel-thys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1331610902749025139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1331610902749025139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/06/nvr-dyd-i-thynk-tht-i-could-feel-thys.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-3407438075854748271</id><published>2010-05-31T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:38:59.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FORGET EVERYTHYNG ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget thys fryendshyp .&lt;br /&gt;Forget me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget th year of fun we hd together .&lt;br /&gt;I wont lye . Beyng wyth you gyrls made me vry happy .&lt;br /&gt;I regret nt beyng wyth you gyrls earlyer in my sec sch lyfe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gyrls gave me a reason to smyle /.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nw al' is dead &amp;and gone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me , whn you told me th truth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardness ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardness tht i nvr thght exysted . &lt;br /&gt;I suffered th payn fr many nyghts , i held those tears back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, im only human ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw tht i dyd somethyng ... Smthyng tht you'r tryng to hyde frm me .&lt;br /&gt;But look at whr thys has brought us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thnk you fr everythng . It was al' worth it .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and i hope someday , thyngs wyl be alryght btwn us agaen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyll thn , tc .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-3407438075854748271?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/3407438075854748271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/forget-everythyng-forget-thys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/3407438075854748271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/3407438075854748271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/forget-everythyng-forget-thys.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-3762559781996059157</id><published>2010-05-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:11:16.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You nvr meant wht you said ...&lt;br /&gt;You dont realyse hw much your actyons hurt me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothyng matters anymre .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-3762559781996059157?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/3762559781996059157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-nvr-meant-wht-you-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/3762559781996059157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/3762559781996059157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-nvr-meant-wht-you-said.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-1597101108897401325</id><published>2010-05-19T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:36:03.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i lay down ,in sylence ...&lt;br /&gt; i saw was your face .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR PERFECT FACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It haunts me , it kylls me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thn , i heard you tel me ...&lt;br /&gt;Tht whn you lose yourself , you thynk of me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true ? ! &lt;br /&gt;Do you need me, th same way i need you ? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please , please tel me alr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th wait is killyng me .&lt;br /&gt;But il marry thys wait , .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tyll death do us apart" , ryght ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thn i rmbrd , [280410]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i forget ? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S_TFR7VUvRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/guLljPBYcAg/s320/lovethem+..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473216358937574674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Ai &amp;and Lala .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnks fr givyng me strength , &amp;and always beyng thr fr me .&lt;br /&gt;I dk wht i'd do wythout you gyrls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To th world you may just be one person , but to me you are th world .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you fr nvr leavyng me alone , whn im in th darkest of days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometymes , i dont see th poynt in livyng ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thn your image flashes through my mynd .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havnt had th chance to thank you fr tht fryday ...&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagyne hw much fun i had .&lt;br /&gt;Laughyng , &amp;and talkyng to you .&lt;br /&gt;Takyng as many pyctures ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait fr our next meet .&lt;br /&gt;To laugh , &amp;and cry togethr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words cn descrybe hw much you mean to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and i cn only repay you wyth my lyfe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please TC , &amp;and dont ever forget tht im here alryght ...&lt;br /&gt;Godbless , &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-1597101108897401325?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/1597101108897401325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-i-lay-down-in-sylence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1597101108897401325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1597101108897401325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-i-lay-down-in-sylence.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S_TFR7VUvRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/guLljPBYcAg/s72-c/lovethem+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-1585797502159947314</id><published>2010-05-19T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:47:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hw i wysh i could turn back tyme ...&lt;br /&gt;I hve regrettd treatyng you lyke tht .&lt;br /&gt;Yes , yes i dyd go back after many many fyghts , only because i wanted my friend back .&lt;br /&gt;But , i nvr understood hw you felt .&lt;br /&gt;Im sry , fr nt beyng able to recyprocate .&lt;br /&gt;Im a very very bad person , &amp;and fr tht ...&lt;br /&gt;I feel vry small ...&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever forgyve me , dont thynk of th past .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go , move on ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve to be treated th way you treated me .&lt;br /&gt;You knw tht you are a good person , &amp;and one day you wyl fynd someone tht wyl apprecyate you fr you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sry fr th pain , &amp;and th hurt ive causd .&lt;br /&gt;Trust me , i nvr meant any of it ...&lt;br /&gt;Mayb im selfysh , &amp;and cruel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive nvr loved wht ive done ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and it became worst , aftr realysng wht i dyd to you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant do thys anymre .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please , please dont ever remynd yourself about me ...&lt;br /&gt;I dont deserve any part of you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me whr i belong , in thys darkness .&lt;br /&gt;Wyth only my dreams , &amp;and fantasy  to feed on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help lovyng someone i knw i cant get , but its too late to turn back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive fallen into thys , &amp;and its my rysk to take .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Il nvr be able to face you agaen , .&lt;br /&gt;I wyl nvr show you my face agaen .&lt;br /&gt;I cn nvr be your friend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we part , &lt;br /&gt;just please , hear me out thys one last tyme ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nvr you . &lt;br /&gt;It was always me ...&lt;br /&gt;I was mean , &amp;and selfysh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were tryng , but i ignored .&lt;br /&gt;You saw hope , but al' i saw was fryendshp .&lt;br /&gt;I thought tht beyng fryends was al' thr was to it ...&lt;br /&gt;Tht was al' tht i could be to you .&lt;br /&gt;I couldn hurt you , i thought , .&lt;br /&gt;But wht i thought was th ryght thyng to do , was infact quite th contrary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and fr tht , il nvr turn back . &lt;br /&gt;Il nvr show myself to you agaen ...&lt;br /&gt;You are fynally free from me , .&lt;br /&gt;You are fynally happy .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and tht matters most  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thr is no doubt tht you wyl be vry vry happy , &amp;and successful .&lt;br /&gt;Whn i see you , i see a hardworkyng person .&lt;br /&gt;A humble , respectd person tht nvr gyves up .&lt;br /&gt;Please dont change yourself ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and if i make it tyl thn , &lt;br /&gt;Il' wait fr th day , in th future ...&lt;br /&gt;To see you agaen . Happy wyth lyfe , &amp;and doing wht you love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnk you , for everyhthng ...&lt;br /&gt;Thnk you , fr makyng me feel specyal .&lt;br /&gt;Fr beyng so patyent wyth me , for seeyng th insyde , &amp;and nt just th outsyde .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and to repay wht you'v done fr me , &lt;br /&gt;Im leavyng , &amp;and im fynally gyvng you a reason to be happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever hate your lyfe , fr you are vry blessed .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and im sry fr th bad judgements ive made .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and if you are readyng thys , knw tht i nvr meant any of th hurt ive caused you .&lt;br /&gt;I nvr thought tht it would turn out thys way .&lt;br /&gt;But somethyngs are inevytable ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You once told me , tht you hope tht thyngs wyl stay th way it was , . Me beyng away frm you , cold &amp;and dystant .. &amp;and if thyngs stayd tht way , thn mayb you wyl be able to forget ....&lt;br /&gt;Nw , im givyng you wht you hoped fr , &amp;and im sry i nvr understood you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lynger a smyle , no matter wht th outcome is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You once told me tht whn one door closes , another one opens ... But we look so long , so regretfully upon th closed door tht we fail to see th one tht has opened fr us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont evr make thys mystake alryght ! &lt;br /&gt;Thr are many open doors fr you .&lt;br /&gt;Go , go fynd your happyness  !&lt;br /&gt;Show me wht i am missyng out on . &lt;br /&gt;Go , ... Just go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tht i nvr see you agaen ...&lt;br /&gt;I wyl nvr be able to bear th shame .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and fr th last tyme my fryend , &lt;br /&gt;Au revoir .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-1585797502159947314?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/1585797502159947314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/hw-i-wysh-i-could-turn-back-tyme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1585797502159947314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1585797502159947314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/hw-i-wysh-i-could-turn-back-tyme.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-252107355113931469</id><published>2010-05-17T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T05:41:06.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If these walls could talk ,you’d know my body is dead .&lt;br /&gt;My mynd has been taken over .&lt;br /&gt;I can’t control it !&lt;br /&gt;Anger is makyng me blynd .&lt;br /&gt;Ive been left on my own ,chayned to thys hate of some kynd .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these walls could talk ,you’d know about my fears .&lt;br /&gt;About all those nyghts i screamed for help !&lt;br /&gt;About all my fallen tears .&lt;br /&gt;You’d know about the demons hauntyng me at nyght .&lt;br /&gt;You’d be able to help me keep my fyre alyght.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only if these walls could talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il take Death's hand &amp;and syde by syde ,&lt;br /&gt;we'll leave thys land .&lt;br /&gt;Hopyng not to leave anyone hurt in my wake .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whn its tyme fr goodbye ,don't shed a tear .&lt;br /&gt;Just smyle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is nothyng to fear .&lt;br /&gt;Though I may be dead ,I am never gone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please smyle .&lt;br /&gt;No crying tears .&lt;br /&gt;Death is an adventure ,&amp;and nothing to fear .&lt;br /&gt;Know that I love you ,I really do ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and forever I will wait ,&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Death's ride for you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-252107355113931469?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/252107355113931469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-these-walls-could-talk-youd-know-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/252107355113931469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/252107355113931469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-these-walls-could-talk-youd-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-8783629438159737937</id><published>2010-05-14T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:04:09.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh rain , please dont fade away .&lt;br /&gt;Because of you , thys pain wyl' stay .&lt;br /&gt;Slyt my throat , cut out my heart ...&lt;br /&gt;Leave me here, tear it apart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poyson tears stream down my face .&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats at a steady pace .&lt;br /&gt;As I try to stand agayn ;&lt;br /&gt;Alone ... &amp;and standyng in the rayn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don’t need you anymore!" ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what I thynk whyle tears pour.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you , lyke I hate my lyfe ;&lt;br /&gt;But love is what cuts lyke a knyfe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is death and death is you ;&lt;br /&gt;Its payn stayns lyke a black tattoo .&lt;br /&gt;Those memoryes come back agayn ,&lt;br /&gt;And bynd me in the ropes of payn .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crymson blood streams down my head .&lt;br /&gt;Lyke a long sylk ribbon tyed by a thread ,&lt;br /&gt;To a platynum bullet, a hole in my skull ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just a memory that’s faded and dull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive tryed , &amp;and tryed .&lt;br /&gt;To run away frm th enemy ...&lt;br /&gt;To run away from thys fantasy .&lt;br /&gt;Cos , i knw ...&lt;br /&gt;tht you were nvr meant to be my reality .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im weak , ? &lt;br /&gt;Im delusional , ?&lt;br /&gt;Im mad , ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ... Im just new to reality .  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;and its not as easy as i thought it wld be .&lt;br /&gt;So please hve mercy on me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-8783629438159737937?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/8783629438159737937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohh-rain-please-dont-fade-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/8783629438159737937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/8783629438159737937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohh-rain-please-dont-fade-away.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-9201629031185424568</id><published>2010-04-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T06:23:32.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-280410-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvr dyd it cross my mynd ever ,tht you wyl be thr ryght infront of me . I thought fr a moment tht i was in anothr one of my dreams .You walked ryght by me &amp;and gave me th one thyng i wyl treasure fr th rest of my lyfe , . I saw you , wythout a screen , nor a piece of paper . I wasnt watchyn you in anothr vydeo , i saw you in front of me . &amp;and whn you walked away frm me , you took my heart away wyth you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth th wait . Years of agony , hopes of seeyng you one day . &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;and [280410] happened . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 mynutes of sylence in my heart . Exaggerated sylence tht almost kylled me . &lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thn , *screams*&lt;br /&gt;Screams of many could be heard , &amp;and thn i realysed tht it was no dream .&lt;br /&gt;You were thr , ryght thr infrnt of me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO PAPERS , NO SCREEN ! NO ART , NO DRAWYNG ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked pass me lyke i was invysible , but shld i hve expectd more ? &lt;br /&gt;I tried my vry best to reach out &amp;and stop you frm walkyng away , &amp;and in return you gave me th one thyng tht i wyl treasure fr th rest of my lyfe . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you fr tht smyle , . Th smyle tht made my heart stop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom , whn you walked away frm me , you took my heart wyth you . . &lt;br /&gt;Cn i have it back please ? &lt;br /&gt;Im wythout a heart , a soul . &lt;br /&gt;I need it back , i relly do . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you in a dream aftr tht day , &amp;and i felt my heart beat agaen . &lt;br /&gt;Th feelyng was beautyful ,&amp;and so were you .&lt;br /&gt;I nvr wanted to wake up . I'd stay in tht dream forever if tht means i cn be wyth you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom , to me your' nt just a star . You mean so much more . &lt;br /&gt;I dont see you as someone famous .&lt;br /&gt;To me , your' just lyke any other person tht deserves to be loved fr who you are .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i cn have anothr chance to see you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom , your' a dream tht ive been chasyng  . &lt;br /&gt;But why cant you be a reality to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and yes , hope is al' ive got .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Turn around, I am here&lt;br /&gt;If you want it's me you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't count, far or near&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you when you reach for me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whn i sw you thr , i wanted so badly to tel' you to turn arnd .&lt;br /&gt;To tel' you tht i was thr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only thyngs went th way i planned it to be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we dont' always get thyngs to go our way nw do we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Th memory of tht day styl fresh in my mynd . &lt;br /&gt;I'd try to move on , but to no avail .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th memory of you thr infrnt of me styl lyngers in my mynd . &lt;br /&gt;Never cn it be replaced wyth any other thoughts .&lt;br /&gt;Just you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you know hw much you mean to me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-9201629031185424568?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/9201629031185424568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/280410-nvr-dyd-it-cross-my-mynd-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/9201629031185424568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/9201629031185424568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/280410-nvr-dyd-it-cross-my-mynd-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-4186417204888810663</id><published>2010-04-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:31:19.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ohh HALLELUJAH ! Fyrst SATURDAY afrt sch started ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to greece ! I wna see ATHENS ! &lt;br /&gt;Oh , tyme to pymp my student planner ! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;And get myself some stationery  ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkey ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-4186417204888810663?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/4186417204888810663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohh-hallelujah-fyrst-saturday-afrt-sch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4186417204888810663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4186417204888810663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohh-hallelujah-fyrst-saturday-afrt-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-5935054430480659251</id><published>2010-04-14T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T06:26:38.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Autumn breeze frigydly touches ailyng dreadful lyves&lt;br /&gt;Harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls&lt;br /&gt;Mellow serenades that once played between hearts&lt;br /&gt;Pathetycally have transformed into bytter sad songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds&lt;br /&gt;Cupyd has lost his romancyng arrows&lt;br /&gt;Plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howlyng chilly wind blows through the myst&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of sorrow spread all over the place&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy humyd air submerges the inner lust&lt;br /&gt;Lyves decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-5935054430480659251?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/5935054430480659251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/autumn-breeze-frigydly-touches-ailyng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5935054430480659251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5935054430480659251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/autumn-breeze-frigydly-touches-ailyng.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-4166162611019324488</id><published>2010-04-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:51:44.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If only i could travel back to th tymes of th greek gods , &amp;and lyve every moment of it ! BOOKS! , I NEED BOOKS ! MORE SHERRILYN KENYON BOOKS ! Thynk i hve to get them onlyne ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkey , tyme to go get me some info &amp;and knowledge abt th Greek Gods ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-4166162611019324488?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/4166162611019324488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only-i-could-travel-back-to-th-tymes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4166162611019324488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4166162611019324488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only-i-could-travel-back-to-th-tymes.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-4243615393785326141</id><published>2010-04-08T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:01:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S72Xo7vRR6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/WQHHnCzVFBE/s320/474619_popcorn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457685052929427362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S72Xn7AQjQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/upMrLHuLKqY/s320/SNC00748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457685035552378114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S72XnkJneFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DihD--5QkNg/s320/SNC00745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457685029417613394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CN SOMEBODY GET ME SOME POPCORN ALREADY ?!&lt;br /&gt;Ive been cravyng popcorn fr so so so long ! Sweet popcorn , uurgh ! &lt;br /&gt;If i die anytyme nw , MY SOUL WYL TURN INTO A POPCORN MONSTER ! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;and il eat al th sweet popcorns in thys lyfetyme , &amp;And th next lyfetyme ! &amp;And al' th sweet popcorn in th unyverse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and after eatyng somethyng sweet , il most prolly crave fr somethyng SPICY !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thys is th part whr POPEYE'S comes to th rescue ! &lt;br /&gt;Th spicy chycken &amp;and their mouth wateryng whyp potato , OHH-EMM-GEE !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;And after eatyng voraciously, i would panyc &amp;and complain abt hw al'the food would go straight to my ASS ! &lt;br /&gt;But whts a trunk without th junk ryght ? ! &lt;3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-4243615393785326141?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/4243615393785326141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/cn-somebody-get-me-some-popcorn-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4243615393785326141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4243615393785326141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/cn-somebody-get-me-some-popcorn-already.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S72Xo7vRR6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/WQHHnCzVFBE/s72-c/474619_popcorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-4466438824736545209</id><published>2010-04-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:44:04.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To quote Shakespeare, who is a better word-smith than I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And whether we shall meet again I know not.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore our everlasting farewell take:&lt;br /&gt;For ever, and for ever, farewell, friends!&lt;br /&gt;If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;&lt;br /&gt;If not, why, then this parting was well made. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those i hold dearly to my heart , thnks fr th memories ! &lt;br /&gt;Youv' helped me through some diffycult tymes, and shared the joyous tymes in yours. Some people judge their lyves on what they do, others on who they are. I want my lyfe judged on the friends I keep, and how enryched I am from just knowyng you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , its nt always rainbows &amp;and butterflyes . Tears were shed , hearts were broken . But , do we dare stand up &amp;and say tht we hve nt learned , or grew frm those bytter experiences ? I knw i hve , &amp;and im thankful fr tht .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I wyl' wake up in my new lyfe, full of yet-to-be realysed opportunityes, and empty of your company , i wyll be in a strange limbo. But we al move on in lyfe , &amp;and these memories are yet to be another chapter in th pages of our fairytale .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afteral' its a small world we lyve in , &amp;and thr is no real goodbye !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveya ' , &lt;3 &amp;and *cheers* to wht th future holds fr us !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-4466438824736545209?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/4466438824736545209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-quote-shakespeare-who-is-better-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4466438824736545209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4466438824736545209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-quote-shakespeare-who-is-better-word.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-928905766465640465</id><published>2010-04-06T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:29:03.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Little Janice was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, "Tell me Janice, who created the universe?" When Janice didn't stir, little Johnny, a boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Almighty!" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "Very good" and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the teacher asked Janice, "Who is our Lord and Saviour." But, Janice didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Christ!" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "Very good," and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher asked Janice a third question. "What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?" and again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Janice jumped up and shouted, "If you stick me with that thing one more time, I'll break it in half and stick it up your ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the teacher fainted!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-928905766465640465?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/928905766465640465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-janice-was-not-best-student-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/928905766465640465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/928905766465640465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-janice-was-not-best-student-in.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-5039345562709933543</id><published>2010-04-02T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T02:38:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Fancy a joke or two ? &lt;3 Hah , i knw i do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart Pills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day two boys were walking through the woods when they saw some rabbit turds. One of the boys said, "What is that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're smart pills," said the other boy. "Eat them and they'll make you smarter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ate them and said, "These taste like sh*t." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See," said the other boy, "you're getting smarter already."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tampons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man at the counter asked the older boy, "Son, how old are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "Eight." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man continued, "Do you know what these are used for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They're for him. He's my brother. He's four. We saw on TV that if you use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike. Right now, he can't do either one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose your weapon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nine-year-old Aaron came home from the playground with a bloody nose, black eye, and torn clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious he'd been in a bad fight and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his father was patching him up, he asked his son what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Dad," said Aaron, "I challenged Larry to a duel. And, you know, I gave him his choice of weapons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh," said the father, "that seems fair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, but I never thought he'd choose his sister!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night to meet, and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his first time and the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex. At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!" The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are seated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no idea your father was a pharmacist."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dictionary fr personal ads ( Vry vry educational , LAWL! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOMEN'S ADS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-ish - 49&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous - Slept with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Athletic - No tits&lt;br /&gt;Average looking - Ugly&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful - Pathological liar&lt;br /&gt;Contagious Smile - Does a lot of pills&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally secure - On medication&lt;br /&gt;Feminist - Fat&lt;br /&gt;Free spirit - Junkie&lt;br /&gt;Friendship first - Former very *friendly* person&lt;br /&gt;Fun - Annoying&lt;br /&gt;New Age - Body hair in the wrong places&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded - Desperate&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing - Loud and Embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;Passionate - Sloppy drunk&lt;br /&gt;Professional - Bitch &lt;br /&gt;Average - Fat&lt;br /&gt;Voluptuous - Very Fat&lt;br /&gt;Large frame - Hugely Fat&lt;br /&gt;Wants Soul mate - Stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN'S ADS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-ish - 52 and looking for 25-yr-old&lt;br /&gt;Athletic - Watches a lot of NASCAR&lt;br /&gt;Average looking - Unusual hair growth on ears, nose &amp; back&lt;br /&gt;Educated - Will patronize the hell out of you&lt;br /&gt;Free Spirit - Will take your sister&lt;br /&gt;Friendship first - As long as friendship involves nookie&lt;br /&gt;Fun - Good with a remote and a six pack&lt;br /&gt;Good looking - Arrogant&lt;br /&gt;Very good looking - Dumb as a board&lt;br /&gt;Honest - Pathological Liar&lt;br /&gt;Huggable - Overweight, more body hair than a bear&lt;br /&gt;Likes to cuddle - Insecure mama's boy&lt;br /&gt;Mature - Older than your father&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded - Wants to sleep with your roommate but she's not interested&lt;br /&gt;Physically fit - Does a lot of 12-ounce curls&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive - Cries at chick flicks&lt;br /&gt;Very sensitive - Gay&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual - Got laid in a cemetery once&lt;br /&gt;Stable - Arrested for stalking, but not convicted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men &amp;and Women translations ( HYLARIOUS , &amp;AND SO ACCURATE! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOMEN'S ENGLISH: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes = No&lt;br /&gt;2. No = Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe = No&lt;br /&gt;4. We need = I want&lt;br /&gt;5. I am sorry = you'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;6. We need to talk = you're in trouble&lt;br /&gt;7. Sure, go ahead = you better not&lt;br /&gt;8. Do what you want = you will pay for this later&lt;br /&gt;9. I am not upset = of course I am upset, you moron!&lt;br /&gt;10. You're very attentive tonight = is sex all you ever think about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN'S ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am hungry = I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;2. I am sleepy = I am sleepy&lt;br /&gt;3. I am tired = I am tired&lt;br /&gt;4. Nice dress = Nice cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;5. I love you = let's have sex now&lt;br /&gt;6. I am bored = Do you want to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;7. May I have this dance? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;8. Can I call you sometime? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;10. Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;11. Those shoes don't go with that outfit = I'm gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Application to date my Daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME____________________ &lt;br /&gt;DATE OF BIRTH_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA______________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY#________________ &lt;br /&gt;DRIVERS LICENSE #________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of years they have been married ______________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If less than your age, explain&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCESSORIES SECTION: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. A waterbed? __Yes __No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. A tattoo? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, &lt;br /&gt;pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? __Yes __No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION&lt;br /&gt;AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESSAY SECTION: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church you attend __________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often you attend ________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father? _____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother? ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor? _____________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. A woman's place is in the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?____________________________ &lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? ________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,&lt;br /&gt;NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROC UTION, CHINESE &lt;br /&gt;WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Signature &amp; Father's Signature &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State Representative/Congressman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. &lt;br /&gt;Please allow four to six years for processing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny Love Poems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a two-line rhyme with the MOST romantic first line and the LEAST romantic second line: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: &lt;br /&gt;Marrying you has screwed up my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I see your face when I am dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot; &lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I thought that I could love no other &lt;br /&gt;-- that is until I met your brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. &lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to feel your sweet embrace; &lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Darn, I'm good at telling lies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My love, you take my breath away. &lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My feelings for you no words can convey, &lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe 'Go away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What inspired this amorous rhyme? &lt;br /&gt;Two parts vodka, one part lime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reasons why its great to be a Girl ( Gyrls , read thys!&lt;3 )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Free dinners.&lt;br /&gt;* You can cry without pretending there's something in your contact.&lt;br /&gt;* Speeding ticket? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;* You actually get extra points for sitting on your butt, watching sports.&lt;br /&gt;* If you're a lousy athlete, you don't have to question your worth as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;* A new lipstick gives you a whole new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;* In high school, you never had to walk down the hall with your binder strategically positioned.&lt;br /&gt;* If you have to be home in time for Ally McBeal, you can say so, out loud.&lt;br /&gt;* If you're not making enough money, you can blame the glass ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;* If you're not very attractive, you can fool 'em with makeup.&lt;br /&gt;* If you use self-tanner, it doesn't necessarily mean you're a big loser.&lt;br /&gt;* You could possibly live your whole life without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;* Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;* You don't have to fart to amuse yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* You'll never have to decide where to hide your nose-hair clippers.&lt;br /&gt;* When you take off your shoes, nobody passes out.&lt;br /&gt;* If the person you're dating is much better at something than you are, you don't have to break up with him.&lt;br /&gt;* If you think the person your dating really likes you, you don't have to break up with him.&lt;br /&gt;* If you don't shave, no one will know.&lt;br /&gt;* If you're dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;* You don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;* You can dress yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* Your hair is yours to keep.&lt;br /&gt;* If you ARE bald, people will think you did it on purpose, and you're really chic.&lt;br /&gt;* You don't have to pretend to like cigars.&lt;br /&gt;* You'll never have to blow 2 months salary on anything.&lt;br /&gt;* If you marry someone 20 years younger, you know you look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;* You're rarely compelled to scream at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;* You and your friends don't have to get totally wasted in order to share your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;* If you pick up the check once in a while, that's plenty.&lt;br /&gt;* Sitting and watching people is all the entertainment you need.&lt;br /&gt;* Your friend won't think you're weird when you ask if there's spinach in your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;* When you get a million catalogues in the mail, it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes, chocolate truly can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;* If you're under 6', you don't have to lie about it.&lt;br /&gt;* You'll never regret piercing your ears.&lt;br /&gt;* You can fully assess someone just by looking at his or her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;* You'll never discover you've been fooled by a Wonderbra.&lt;br /&gt;* You don't have hair on your back.&lt;br /&gt;* If anything on your body isn't as big as it should be, you can get implants.&lt;br /&gt;* You can tell which glass was yours by the lipstick mark.&lt;br /&gt;* If you have big ears, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;* You can be attracted to someone just because they're really funny.&lt;br /&gt;* You can borrow your spouse's clothes and it doesn't mean you belong on Jerry &lt;br /&gt;Springer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women's Bumper Stickers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'So many men, so few who can afford me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coffee, chocolate, men ... some things are just better rich.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't treat me any differently than you would the Queen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Guys have feelings too, But ... who cares?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And your point is?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Next mood swing: 6 minutes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Female Problems ( No offence Guys , we styl LOVE you &lt;3 )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, Okay, it *finally* all makes sense now... I never looked at it this way before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENtal illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENstrual cramps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENtal breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENopause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYnocologist .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND .....&lt;br /&gt;When we have REAL trouble, it's a HISterectomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice how all of the female problems start with MALES!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comebacks To Pickup Lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?v Woman: Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Unfertilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: But would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why its great to be a Guy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Your ass is never a factor in a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your orgasms are real. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The garage is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody secretly wonders if you swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don't have to curl up next to a hairy ass every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can be president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can wear a white shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foreplay is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You never feel compelled to stop a friend from getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don't give a rat's ass if someone notices your new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The world is your urinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hot wax never comes near your pubic area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You never have to drive to another gas station because this one's just too icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Same work... more pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wrinkles add character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don't have to leave the room to make emergency crotch adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wedding Dress $2000; Tux rental $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you retain water, it's in a canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People never glance at your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Princess Di's death was just another obituary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porn movies are designed with you in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not liking a person does not preclude having great sex with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your pals can be trusted never to trap you with: "So, notice anything different?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One mood, all the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Th Male Point System&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the world of romance, one single rule applies:&lt;br /&gt;Make the woman happy.&lt;br /&gt;Do something she likes, and you get points.&lt;br /&gt;Do something she dislikes, and points are subtracted.&lt;br /&gt;You don't get any points for doing something she expects...Sorry, that's the way the game is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a guide to the point system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Duties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make the bed (+1)&lt;br /&gt;You make the bed, but forget to add the decorative pillows (0)&lt;br /&gt;You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets(-1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave the toilet seat up (-5)&lt;br /&gt;You replace the toilet-paper roll when it's empty (0)&lt;br /&gt;When the toilet-paper roll is barren, you resort to Kleenex (-1)&lt;br /&gt;When the Kleenex runs out you shuffle slowly to the next bathroom (-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out to buy her spring-fresh extra-light panty liners with wings (+5)&lt;br /&gt;But return with beer (-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it's nothing (0)&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it's something (+5)&lt;br /&gt;You pummel it with a six iron (+10)&lt;br /&gt;It's her father (-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Engagements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side the entire party (0)&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college drinking buddy (-2)&lt;br /&gt;Named Tiffany (-4)&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany is a dancer (-6)&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany has implants (-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner (0)&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it is a sports bar (-2)&lt;br /&gt;And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)&lt;br /&gt;It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colors of your favorite team (-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Night Out with The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out with a pal (-5)&lt;br /&gt;And the pal is happily married (-4)&lt;br /&gt;Or frighteningly single (-7)&lt;br /&gt;And he drives a Lotus (-10)&lt;br /&gt;With a personalized license plate "GR8 N BED" (-15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Night Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie (+2)&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie she likes (+4)&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you hate (+6)&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you like (-2)&lt;br /&gt;It's called DeathCop3 (-3)&lt;br /&gt;Which features cyborgs having sex (-9)&lt;br /&gt;You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Physique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of it (+10)&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to loose jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)&lt;br /&gt;You say "I don't give a damn because you have one too" (-800)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5)&lt;br /&gt;You hesitate in responding (-10)&lt;br /&gt;You reply, "Where?" (-35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to talk about a problem, you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression (0)&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to talk, you listen, for over 30 minutes (+5)&lt;br /&gt;You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+10)&lt;br /&gt;She realizes this is because you've fallen asleep (-20)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup , Readyn these keeps me smilyng al' day ! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-5039345562709933543?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/5039345562709933543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/fancy-joke-or-two-3-hah-i-knw-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5039345562709933543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5039345562709933543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/fancy-joke-or-two-3-hah-i-knw-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-5364413766884962490</id><published>2010-04-01T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:43:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S7SUEkzx55I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZKelxX_HNnU/s320/a_walk_to_remember_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455147854973757330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Romance movye tht gave me chylls . Damn it Shane West , you're so DREAMY!    &lt;3   &amp;and you made me cry !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-5364413766884962490?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/5364413766884962490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/romance-movye-tht-gave-me-chylls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5364413766884962490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5364413766884962490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/04/romance-movye-tht-gave-me-chylls.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S7SUEkzx55I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZKelxX_HNnU/s72-c/a_walk_to_remember_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-8379142147403506155</id><published>2010-03-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T02:21:17.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S7HCWbsQhbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3N59zp172r4/s320/red+goth+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454354314368681394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S7HCVwfGvKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WIk8fvCuWi4/s320/black_gothic_wedding_dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454354302770789538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S7HCVTLz6pI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EpZmO_uoJUQ/s320/gothic+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454354294905236114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S7HCVBpkvYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SHArV95Rteg/s320/black+weddyng+gown.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454354290198232450" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-8379142147403506155?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/8379142147403506155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/8379142147403506155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/8379142147403506155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S7HCWbsQhbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3N59zp172r4/s72-c/red+goth+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-1571593351366178659</id><published>2010-03-27T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:22:51.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S65G3q4lKnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/R88b_AofsXQ/s320/stephen_king.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453374121010604658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Stephen King , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wysh to meet you one day ! Fyrstly , i wna &lt;strong&gt;STRANGLE&lt;/strong&gt; you , &amp;And thn hug you , &amp;and thn slap you countless tymes! , &amp;and mayb hug you agaen . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"1408"&lt;/strong&gt; was such a crappy movye , yet i couldn get my eyes off th screen tyl th endyng! Th story was so weird , &amp;and so tragyc ! So crappy , &amp;and i felt syck at th last part ! Cant believe i sat through th whole fylm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;And thn came &lt;strong&gt;"The Mist"&lt;/strong&gt; Th BEAUTYFUL Myst tht contained nt only 'MIST' , but somethyng else too! &lt;br /&gt;Damn i tell you , th movye was so interestyng , got evn btr in th myddle ! &amp;And whn th endyng came , i almost SHOT myself in th brains! Whr do you get such ideas Steph ?! A new dymension opened , brought strange creatures into earth! , &amp;and thn another CRAPPY ENDYNG!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn sleep aftr watchyn Th Mist , al thanks to your WONDERFUL endyng to th movye! Wh would hve thought ryght ? &lt;br /&gt;I felt lyke scratchyng my brains aftr watchyng tht movye! It was so &lt;strong&gt;ITCHY&lt;/strong&gt; ! Lawl , see ! No wonder you're too rych! Your movyes relly leave ppl wantyng more! Its lyke so tragyc tht you cant take your eyes away frm th screen tyl th very end !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , keep makyng movyes lyke thys ! Cos Stephen King , you're incomplete wythout tragyc movyes &amp;and crappy endyngs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveya ' &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-1571593351366178659?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/1571593351366178659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-stephen-king-i-wysh-to-meet-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1571593351366178659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1571593351366178659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-stephen-king-i-wysh-to-meet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S65G3q4lKnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/R88b_AofsXQ/s72-c/stephen_king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-4538163534405633953</id><published>2010-03-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:34:33.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUESS WHT ! Urrgh! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tokio Hotel to rock Malaysia"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"POPULAR German pop rock outfit Tokio Hotel is set to play a Malaysian concert date in May. The band is part of the "Everyone Connect With Tokio Hotel" concert, sponsored by national telco TM, at Central Park Avenue, 1 Utama, Selangor on May 1."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , thys is such a CATASTROPHY! Im gg MAD! Why TOM , ): WHY! Uurgh , you've gt to be KIDDYNG me ryght/?! MALAYSIA! ? Why ?!&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA , SYNGAPORE! Its too close TOKIO HOTEL , too close ! You cant do thys to me! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-4538163534405633953?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/4538163534405633953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-wht-urrgh-tokio-hotel-to-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4538163534405633953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/4538163534405633953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-wht-urrgh-tokio-hotel-to-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-7932226961357219625</id><published>2010-03-25T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:37:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story of Lucifer – His History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer is just another name for Satan, who as head of the evil world-system is the real, though invisible, power behind the successive rulers of Tyre, Babylon, Persia, Greece, Rome, and all of those evil rulers that we have seen come and go in the history of the world. This passage goes beyond human history and marks the beginning of sin in the universe and the very fall of Satan in the pristine, sinless spheres before the creation of man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also see this same motif in Ezekiel: "Moreover the word of the LORD came to me: Mortal, raise a lamentation over the king of Tyre, and say to him, Thus says the Lord GOD: You were the signet of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone was your covering, carnelian, chrysolite, and moonstone, beryl, onyx, and jasper, sapphire, turquoise, and emerald; and worked in gold were your settings and your engravings. On the day that you were created they were prepared. With an anointed cherub as guardian I placed you; you were on the holy mountain of God; you walked among the stones of fire. You were blameless in your ways from the day that you were created, until iniquity was found in you. In the abundance of your trade you were filled with violence, and you sinned; so I cast you as a profane thing from the mountain of God, and the guardian cherub drove you out from among the stones of fire. Your heart was proud because of your beauty; you corrupted your wisdom for the sake of your splendor. I cast you to the ground; I exposed you before kings, to feast their eyes on you. By the multitude of your iniquities, in the unrighteousness of your trade, you profaned your sanctuaries. So I brought out fire from within you; it consumed you, and I turned you to ashes on the earth in the sight of all who saw you. All who know you among the peoples are appalled at you; you have come to a dreadful end and shall be no more forever" (Ezekiel 28:11-19, NIV). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally , Queen Of Th BABYLON! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-7932226961357219625?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/7932226961357219625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/story-of-lucifer-his-history-lucifer-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/7932226961357219625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/7932226961357219625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/story-of-lucifer-his-history-lucifer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-387421935425043419</id><published>2010-03-24T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:06:10.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When I look into these eyes&lt;br /&gt;I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this fear of judgment &lt;br /&gt;that makes her cower at confrontation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this hopelessness for the future &lt;br /&gt;that make her choices her burden alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this desperate need for companionship to make her strong &lt;br /&gt;in the savage world of humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this courage &lt;br /&gt;caged in her thoughts of inferiority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these thoughts of abandonment &lt;br /&gt;that make her cling to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this devotion to her beliefs &lt;br /&gt;that makes her fear death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that the person I always see is me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-387421935425043419?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/387421935425043419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-look-into-these-eyes-i-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/387421935425043419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/387421935425043419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-look-into-these-eyes-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-5111564411685901441</id><published>2010-03-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:47:36.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jUXYAk3iI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GENlcEq2O50/s320/P23-03-10_22.46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451840846978932258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jTmV1YMFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cSDjhP4EE58/s320/P23-03-10_22.18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451840004581503058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jTl4-99gI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dwfSF5SvT1k/s320/P23-03-10_22.16%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451839996837099010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jQnFSyY2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/SSFogVl1H-I/s320/P23-03-10_21.58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451836718786437986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jQmAsL_0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/MnRlpDS1mvE/s320/punk_tattoo_designs.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451836700370927426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jQlhgX0yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/varGRlF2Mm8/s320/BlackSkull_Logo2CLR2GreyDrk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451836691999871778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jQlBP_G3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/8214uEdHsE4/s320/57586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451836683341208434" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-5111564411685901441?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/5111564411685901441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5111564411685901441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5111564411685901441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6jUXYAk3iI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GENlcEq2O50/s72-c/P23-03-10_22.46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-9034193007202244418</id><published>2010-03-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:37:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I had a dream . &amp;and in my dream , i was in a place whr th sky was purple , &amp;and green and red . &amp;and i was alone , happy . I could hear th whyspers of th ocean . Thr were trees everywhr , &amp;and they tried to tel me somethyn . I had no direction , no worryes no doubts . I was in peace , &amp;and fr th fyrst tyme i thought my prayers were answered . But thn i realysed , as i felt th leaves fall my skyn , tht reality could nvr feel so magycal , so calm &amp;and so tranquil . &amp;and i knew tht once i opened my eyes  , i would nvr feel thys way ever agaen . If i saw a door , &amp;and was asked to choose betwn reality or fantasy , i would walk th opposyte way , far far away frm reality . I would choose to be whr i was forever , &amp;and nvr look back . Th vehement sylence took me away frm my senses , and fr once i was free . As i felt somethyn insyde me beatyng , slower &amp;and slower , i realysed tht fantasy was comyn to an end . I wanted so bad to kyss th ground , &amp;and feel its beauty on my lyps. I was enchanted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thn my eyes opened . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-9034193007202244418?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/9034193007202244418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/9034193007202244418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/9034193007202244418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-903480999186882791</id><published>2010-03-20T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:16:44.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6Ue3UF-bMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/viDjwpXbxdo/s320/converse-chuck-taylor-all-star-strap-hi-leather-3-600x399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450796859637263554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6Ue2wy3_fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QEXCgtI-ZO0/s320/converse-chuck-taylor-all-star-strap-hi-leather-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450796850161909234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a sygn . I need to knw tht im walkyn down th ryght pathway . &lt;br /&gt;Whether i make th ryght decision or nt , depends solely on me . Any cure fr an un-beatyng heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-903480999186882791?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/903480999186882791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-sygn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/903480999186882791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/903480999186882791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-sygn.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6Ue3UF-bMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/viDjwpXbxdo/s72-c/converse-chuck-taylor-all-star-strap-hi-leather-3-600x399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-5870318439920448647</id><published>2010-03-19T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:49:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RTrCyzXwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i00g8zzfsB0/s320/892187_d21e_625x1000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450573447974575874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RSxnyJGRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xPikbVmi9Gk/s320/rock%2520buffalo%2520of%2520the%2520gentle%2520fantasy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450572461471504658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RSxD6NSmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JruzxPNEQPY/s320/minastirith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450572451841657442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RSwg_IReI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cfPSfvJPonM/s320/eastwards.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450572442467059170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RSwG-PlbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yv3XnfMjMq0/s320/Other_worlds__The_dark_places_by_aphostol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450572435484022194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RQbjZZg2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/XaXXwY-xa-Q/s320/Dark_Places_by_Steven_Kouto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450569883313603426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RQMZgVWfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/17PIotRC_Yg/s320/2476782850_07115669ae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450569622960298482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RP-aI8ALI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d7G0XZ4slUk/s320/000000420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450569382612435122" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-5870318439920448647?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/5870318439920448647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5870318439920448647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/5870318439920448647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S6RTrCyzXwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i00g8zzfsB0/s72-c/892187_d21e_625x1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-2666786065336960602</id><published>2010-03-19T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:40:34.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh ,yes so i hve nt been sleepyn fr a whyle nw . &amp;and i hve no answer to gyve my folks everytyme they ask me th same ol' qn over &amp;and over agaen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum/Pops : Go to sleep !&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can't .&lt;br /&gt;Mum/Pops : Stop gyvyng me prblms! Do you hve sleepyn disorder ?! &lt;br /&gt;Me : Nah , just cant sleep .&lt;br /&gt;Mum! : I thynk i shld take your HANDPHONE frm you! Everynyte MSGMSGMSG! Hw to sleep?!&lt;br /&gt;Pa , please talk to your daughter ! I dk wht to say to her edy! Sh is too much! &lt;br /&gt;I thynk sh has 'INSOMNIA'&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Goes to dictionary.com &amp;and reads up th meanyng of insomnia* "inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness." Nope , don't thynk its insomnia . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents hve been nothyng but worryed abt why i dont sleep at nyte ! But they dont knw tht th nyght is so beautyful , &amp;and i dont wna waste a mynute of th nyght sleepyn ! They just dont understand tht i dont wna sleep through th nyght ! I dont mynd sleepyn through th day , &amp;and stayng awake at nyght! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realyse tht im less cranky nwadays . &amp;and im always fully awake  . And whn sch starts fr me , i knw tht il start sleepyn 'normally' agaen! Scuks doesn't it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. -Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-2666786065336960602?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/2666786065336960602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/uh-yes-so-i-hve-nt-been-sleepyn-fr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2666786065336960602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2666786065336960602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/uh-yes-so-i-hve-nt-been-sleepyn-fr.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-848255056370634273</id><published>2010-03-18T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:26:23.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp;and i shall nvr be th same agaen  ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos th only thyng tht i look forward to is th day whn th sylence finally speaks up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-848255056370634273?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/848255056370634273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-nvr-be-th-same-agaen-cos-th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/848255056370634273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/848255056370634273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-nvr-be-th-same-agaen-cos-th.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-1003115182147584363</id><published>2010-03-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:06:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sorry fr some of th words used &amp;and th obscene contents of these jokes! They made me laugh though ," (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead Birdie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Britney Spoof and Justin Timberfake were walking along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Justin says, "Aww, Britney, look at the dead birdie."&lt;br /&gt;Britney looks up at the sky and says, "Where?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Pass The Mayo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kid came home from school and asked his dad, "Dad, I heard some kids talking about a thing called a vagina. What is a vagina, and what does it look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, son, before sex it looks like a beautiful unopened rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, what does it look like after sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well son, have you ever seen a bulldog eating mayonaise?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy goes  to the doctor and says, "Hello, I would like to be castrated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a lifechanging operation," says the doctor. "Are you sure you want to do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes," says the man. "and if you refuse I'll go to another doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," says the doctor, "but it's against my advice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man has his operation and he's walking around the hospital the next day with a bandage around his private area. Suddenly, he sees another man with the same thing. So he walks up to him and says, "Good afternoon, I see we got the same operation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," says the other man, looking happy. "I've been wanting to get circumsized for 37 years, and I've finally done it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man looks panicked and says, "Shit!! That's the word!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making Cakes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a family: mum, dad, brother, and two twin sisters the brother being the eldest child. &lt;br /&gt;One day the mum decided to take the two twin daughters out to the zoo. The girls saw two monkeys having sex and asked: "Mum what are those monkeys doing?", the mother replied: "Oh, they're just making cakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day they went to the park and saw two dogs and asked: "Mum, what are those dogs doing?", the mother replied: "Oh, they're just making cakes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day the family is at home and the two daughters go upstairs and run down to tell their brother "Mum and dad have been making cakes", he replies "How do you know?" they answer "because we just licked the icing of the bed." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ping Pong Balls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three men wanted to marry the same woman. She couldn't decide. So She decided to come up with a fun way. "Whoever brings me the most ping-pong balls, that's who I'll marry." One week goes by, and the first man comes up with a dump-truck full of ping-pong balls. She's impressed. Another week goes by, and another man comes back with a freight train full of ping-pong balls. She's very impressed. She waits for the 3rd man. Finally, he comes back after six months. He's beat up. He's got a black eye, and he's covered with bruises and splattered with blood. He's carring a trash-bag. The lady says, "Sorry man, it doesn't look like you have enough ping-pong balls in that bag." He exclaims, "Ping-pong balls? I thought you said King Kong's balls!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father and Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, a father and son go camping and when they get there, the son's dad starts to smoke. "Can i have some, daddy?" asked the son. "Can your dick reach your ass" asked the dad. "Nooo" said the son. "Then you can't have any!"&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, the dad starts to drink beer. "Can i have some, daddy?" asked the son. "Can your dick reach your ass" asked the dad. "Nooo" said the son. "Then you can't have any!" &lt;br /&gt;The next day, the father and son go to the store, the son buys a lotery ticket and wins a million dollers. "Can you share that with me?" asked the dad. "Can your dick reach your ass" asked the kid. "Yes! Yes, it can!" yelled the dad. "Well then, go fuck your self!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syngapore joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night, an incident took place at Boat Quay. What happened was some idiot was trying to show off and declared that he would swim across the Singapore River. He jumped in and started swimming. But before he could reach the halfway mark, he started to panic and started to shout for help.&lt;br /&gt;Being typical Singaporeans, a crowd started to gather to watch and yet no attempt was made by anybody to save that poor chap.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a splash and the crowd turned to see a guy doing what seemed like a desperate attempt to reach the drowning victim. It was clear that this hero couldn't swim !&lt;br /&gt;Luckily a tongkang filled with tourists was passing by and the operator saw the incident and picked both men from the water. The crowd cheered !&lt;br /&gt;Back on shore, the crowd cheered again as the hero stepped off the tongkang. "Steady Lah !" and "Awright, man !" were among the many congratulations shouted. &lt;br /&gt;The hero looked angry and shouted "Ka ni na! Siang too wa loh chui?" (*%#@! Who pushed me into the water?")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long-lost son!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young punker gets on the cross-town bus. He's got spiked, multi-colored hair that's green, purple and orange. His clothes are a tattered mix of rags, his legs are bare and he's without shoes. His face and ears are riddled with pierced jewelry and his earrings are big bright feathers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man who just glares at him for about ten miles. Finally the punk gets self conscious and spits at the old man: "What 'er you starin' at you old fart, didn't you ever do anything wild when you were young?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat the old man replies: "Yeah. Back when I was in the Navy I got real drunk in Singapore and screwed a parrot. I thought maybe you was my son."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myss Syngapore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the main reasons why in recent years the Singapore Government has always ensured that their Miss Universe representative were of tertiary level education or higher was because of the following incident which occurred not too many years ago. It is the final round of the Miss Universe Pageant and the 3 finalists, Miss USA, Miss Malaysia and Miss Singapore are being asked 3 simple questions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: The first question is name me an electrical appliance starting with "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lamp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Light bulb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore: LADIO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: No, no, Radio does not start with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: I am going to give you 2 more chances; The next question is name me an animal starting with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Leopard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore: LABBIT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: No, no, no, Rabbit does not start with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: I am going to give you one last chance, if you answer this question incorrectly, you are disqualified.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me a fruit starting with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lemon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Lychee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore, with full of confidence, smiles and says: LIEWLIAN !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end of the story, the Judge consulted the board of judges to determine if Miss Singapore should really disqualified; and they decided that since Miss Singapore was having as many problems with the letter "L", the decided to give her another chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: OK, the final question is name me a human anatomy starting with the letter "L" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA: Lung (applause) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Malaysia: Liver (even more applause) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Singapore: LAN JIAO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: ?????????!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-1003115182147584363?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/1003115182147584363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-fr-some-of-th-words-used-th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1003115182147584363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/1003115182147584363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-fr-some-of-th-words-used-th.html' title=''/><author><name>! 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Whr do i evn begyn?! Ok , i shall descrybe my day yesterday in a few words! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRAZY &lt;br /&gt;PRANKYNG&lt;br /&gt;BROWNYE ON TH FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;PRANKYNG(FAILURE)&lt;br /&gt;SOYABEAN ON MY JACKET(CREDYTS TO LALA!)&lt;br /&gt;KYTE FLYING&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;ICECREAM(THNKS LEON!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah ! Prankyng was funny! So , fyrst victym was uuhm , haha! Called hym , bt he dyd nt answer! So , we called Raymond instead! Raymond's one was so funny! He actually believed i was some official frm th Resort World . Couldn stop laughng! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahyrah: *laughs loudly*&lt;br /&gt;Raymond: "You vry NONSENSE !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas , synce we recorded it i wyl try to wryte out our full conversation here soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn we went up to th top to continue our pycnyc! It kept rainyng on us , so we had to keep movyng .Played some games! Watched Aloysius &amp;and Eizaty fly kyte! Haha , had so much to eat! Th brownye tht Ai made was so YUMMY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and thn came th rain! We packed our stuff &amp;and ran for shelter . Whyle we were rushyng , Ai asked me if i wanted 'salty' brownye , cos th brownye had rain water in it ! I was abt to tel her tht i dydn mynd it cos th brownye was too good to be thrown away whn *SPLAT!* , th brownye fell straight to th floor!&amp;and th cover of th tupperware flew straight into Lala's FACE! LOLOL! , Bet th byrds are enjoyng it NOW! Tsk , &amp;and whyle Lala was trying to explain to me hw th cover flew to her face , sh dyd nt realyse tht her ryght hand was pouryng SOYABEAN onto my jacket! Pryceless moment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , failure of th day was my attempt to prank someone wh had my number saved in hys contact ! Hw embarrassyng! So , thys person thought i was tellyn hym abt a job ! ,and entertained me al th way tyl i told hym my fake name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahyrah: "Btw , my name is ***** *****"&lt;br /&gt;Victym : "WHAT ! I thought you are MAHYRAH!"&lt;br /&gt;Mahyrah: *HANGS UP* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl , hw stupyd of me! We thn made our way to th esplanade! Sat up at th rooftop ! Had our food , got relly sleepy! Haha , thn pranked Hui sheng! Hahaha , hys one was relly relly funny! Lied tht i was some person frm th youth olympycs! Told hym tht he was chosen fr some archery thyngy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahyrah: "We wyl actually send you to LAS VEGAS to meet other archers &amp;and train wyth them!"&lt;br /&gt;Hui sheng: "So , whts my next procedure?"&lt;br /&gt;Mahyrah: "Your next procedure is to CHECK MY NUMBER!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui sheng: *HANGSUP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Sorry boys , it was a DARE! &amp;and i had to do it! &lt;br /&gt;Edmunds one was long! Hahaha , but he said he knew it was me , &amp;and he was playng along! Hah , ah well ! It was al recorded , ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back ! Went to Canberra Park wyth Lala , Nysha &amp;and Eizaty . Slacked a whyle ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nysha ! Haha , thnks fr passyn me ya wysdom! &amp;and trust me , you'l nvr get me back! Haha , after hw i got you! PRYCELESS! ! Cant stp laughng! LOVEYOU! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai drew me a PORTRAIT of TOM! Oh-emm-gee ! It is BEAUTIFUL! Cant stop staryng at hym! THNKS SO MUCH KRATAENGDAENG! I framed hym at th top of my shelf ! AAAHHH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'll be the question , if you'll be the answer" -A Rocket to the moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-7780461924737816770?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/7780461924737816770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-was-so-crazy-whr-do-i-evn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/7780461924737816770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/7780461924737816770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-was-so-crazy-whr-do-i-evn.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-3863953879574263859</id><published>2010-03-11T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T03:48:44.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You knw , whn th two most impt ppl in your lyfe gets into an argument &amp;and fyte , &amp;and you were thr to wytness it ,it kynda feels lyke your world just came crashing down at tht moment.You feel lyke it was your fault , &amp;and al you can do is cry .&lt;br /&gt;Butbut , Im glad tht things are back to normal, &amp;and they cn nvr stp loving each other ! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jang Guen Suk &lt;/strong&gt;, wyl you be my baby-daddy?!  , ( or my babysytter wyl do ) ! Haha Nysha , im sry bt im gna hve to take hym frm you fr a byt!  He is so FYNE! &lt;3 &amp;and i thynk i myte be into hym fr a whyle! Lawl , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest TOM&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;br /&gt;You knw il nvr stop lovyng you ! Nvr want to ,nvr wyl! Butbut, after wht i saw , i thynk il need tyme to get over it ! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;and Jang Guen Suk seems to be helpyn me get through thys! Lawl ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok , tht was just another chapter in my Fairytale! Hah , yeayea i need to get a lyfe . &amp;and i mean , &lt;strong&gt;DESPERATELY&lt;/strong&gt; need to get a lyfe! LOLOL (: But hey , whts a lyl fantasy gg to do to my alr 'boryng everyday-is-th-same' lyfe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;and guess wht ! Im gg to watch 'ALICE IN WONDERLAND' ! Finally paid someone engh to come watch th movye wyth me! ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars." -Owl city ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-3863953879574263859?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/3863953879574263859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-knw-wht-th-two-most-impt-ppl-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/3863953879574263859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/3863953879574263859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-knw-wht-th-two-most-impt-ppl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-2603231155691595089</id><published>2010-03-09T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:41:14.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“Th magic snowbyrd &amp;and other stories’’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in th toilet today ,‘weewee-ing’ if you must knw wht I was up to in thr! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I looked up th towel rack &amp;and saw thys book! I took it &amp;and read most of th stories! I read abt a lot of cool stuff! Lyke , thr was thys one story abt th magycal blackberry! Al you hve to do is put th blackberry on a plate , and say these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                            “Blackberry small , &lt;br /&gt;                                             Please will you try to make yourself&lt;br /&gt;                                             Into a blackberry pie”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;and &lt;strong&gt;*POOF!*&lt;/strong&gt; It turns into an actual Blackberry pie! I knw ryte! Totally GNARLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to step out &amp;and feel th sun on my skyn . *Fastforward* Wouldn it be nyce if i had tht 'Universal Remote' , frm th movye Cick! Oh , i could do so much wyth it! Haha , (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''I found myself in Wonderland'' -Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-2603231155691595089?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/2603231155691595089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/th-magic-snowbyrd-other-stories-so-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2603231155691595089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2603231155691595089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/th-magic-snowbyrd-other-stories-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-6262990663878856165</id><published>2010-03-07T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:36:01.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S5PgGDnbD5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7BSa6IQTkdk/s320/Nike-Air-Flytop-Premium-Black-Black-White-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445942769075556242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest SANTA , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synce we don't get snow here ,&amp;and without snow chrystmas is incomplete ,&lt;br /&gt;why nt you shower me wyth presents to make up fr al my years of chrystmas without snow &amp;and presents ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i ask fr is a NIKE FLYTOP! &amp;and th ability to stop tyme would be nyce too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I als ask frm you fr a chance to tell my one true love hw i truly feel abt hym!&lt;br /&gt;Santa , i knw he is a celebrity , &amp;and you may thynk im just 'obsessed' wyth a star or somethyn , but you're wrng! Its ironyc hw someone cn love a person who they barely knw ,but i do . Yes its absurd , but i cant get over it! Mayb thr is a reason why he is thr , &amp;and im here . Someday , somehw il' knw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Santa! I believe in you! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''She lives in a fairytale , somewhere too far for us to find'' -Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-6262990663878856165?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/6262990663878856165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-santa-synce-we-dont-get-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/6262990663878856165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/6262990663878856165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-santa-synce-we-dont-get-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S5PgGDnbD5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7BSa6IQTkdk/s72-c/Nike-Air-Flytop-Premium-Black-Black-White-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-2644684674090900671</id><published>2010-03-06T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:20:57.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent my 86400secs TV-yng, sleepyn, gettyn up, bathyn, gettyn ready &amp;and went out! Went to meet IZZATY &amp;and NYSHA! Went to their blk , thn ate at a nearby coffeeshp , &amp;and slacked at Izzaty's cryb ! Had a great tyme with those two, as always! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hve so many qns ! So many &lt;strong&gt;(WHY?!) &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;and &lt;strong&gt;(WHAT?!) &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;and &lt;strong&gt;(HOW?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lyvng in such a ‘FANTASY’(as I call it) lately! I keep getting these dreams , they HAUNT me! &amp;and these images ! Its kynda lyke &lt;em&gt;‘catchyn a Leprechaun’ &lt;/em&gt;oror, fyndyng tht &lt;em&gt;‘pot of gold’ &lt;/em&gt;! Its impossible , &amp;and untrue? ! Yet ,  I believe it! &lt;br /&gt;Somehw I don’t see thys hope dying , nt so soon! &lt;br /&gt;So , does th heart &amp;and th mynd work together? &lt;br /&gt;It seems tht my heart wyshes to say so many thyngs , but my mynd can’t seem to come up with th ryght words! &lt;br /&gt;Its frustratyng! Days , &amp;and weeks ,&amp;and months in an aggravation of silence , yet im staryng down at an empty sketchbook! &lt;br /&gt;Once , I lyved in a lyfe of fantasies . Eversynce thn ,I find it hard to leave .&lt;br /&gt;Once I knew th sense of freedom .Once I felt th love of nature . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''Hey Reality , Fantasy seems to be wynning over my heart!''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I evr lyve in both? Can ‘fantasy’ evr be ‘reality’ ?!&lt;br /&gt;Hve you evr had thys feelyn whn you’re suddeny happy , &amp;and th world suddenly felt so calm ? Its lyke tyme stopped ! Thts exactly hw I feel in my dreams , but nothing lasts forever ryte ? I’l wake up somehw , but th beauty of th serenity is worth it al! Sometymes I hate tht I hve to wake up , but does it mean tht I hate reality? Or do I just want th chance to love fantasy longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I got to be adventurous , &amp;and clymbed th hyghest mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Once I saw the glyttering face of enchantment,&lt;br /&gt;Once I smelt the magycal fragrance of the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Once I heard the song of the mystics,&lt;br /&gt;And was excyted by the stryke of danger.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Its hard to say that i'd rather stay awake when im asleep'' -Owl city&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-2644684674090900671?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/2644684674090900671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/spent-my-86400secs-tv-yng-sleepyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2644684674090900671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/2644684674090900671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/spent-my-86400secs-tv-yng-sleepyn.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-7829917332589523322</id><published>2010-03-05T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:25:08.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S5FSNgQQ-lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rHl-CewOVIo/s400/tom_kaulitz_1263758066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445223816417573458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S5FR7ApFFYI/AAAAAAAAADs/jMLWA0zXjCk/s400/tom_kaulitz_1264992942.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445223498694071682" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4209831230259925039-7829917332589523322?l=playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/feeds/7829917332589523322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/7829917332589523322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4209831230259925039/posts/default/7829917332589523322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playmymusic-carrymehome.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>! {:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658937670097834891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/Sk88HAvHqHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JKbv8UBaP8w/S220/Claire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mai6h9HWWFU/S5FSNgQQ-lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rHl-CewOVIo/s72-c/tom_kaulitz_1263758066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4209831230259925039.post-7171218061334906370</id><published>2010-03-05T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:09:19.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont you thynk tht th 'KAULITZ TWYNS' just totally ROCK! Everythng abt them is LOVABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thys month is movyng pretty fast fr me, wyth sch prep &amp;amp;and stuff! Hmm , new unyform! New sch!  New ezlynk card! New pycture on th ezlynk card! Ah well , guess everythng is new (:&lt;br /&gt;Somehw , i cant wait to start sch agaen! Kynda excyted abt th whole 'meet-up wyth friends at centre cabyn' ! Haha , &lt;3 Im scared though . No idea wht i shld expect .&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i shld nt expect anythng yet! Im just hpy i gt somethyng to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo! Th hols hve been quite a bore! You knw its kynda lyke a cycle! If im nt out , im at home ! Facyng four walls , its relly fun! You shld totally try it! &amp;amp;and movyes hve been a byg part of my lyfe! So many movyes to watch , &amp;amp;and some of them , i hve to watch on th byg screen! Th upcomyn film , &lt;strong&gt;'ALICE IN WONDERLAND'&lt;/strong&gt; ! Ive always loved Johnny Depp's movyes !&lt;br /&gt;Favouryte pyck : &lt;strong&gt;EDWARD SCISSORHANDS!&lt;/strong&gt; Also dyrected by Tim Burton!  My mum , sh is relly weird  ! Sh says tht sh wyl nvr watch any of johnny depp's movyes! 'Weird' is wht sh calls them! I totally disagree though ! He's cute ! So , weird or nt , he's movyes are worth watchyng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movye , &lt;strong&gt;DEAR JOHN!&lt;/strong&gt; Its a romantyc , drama/war kynda movye! Al my favs combyned in one! &amp;amp;and th best part : CHANNING TATUM stars in it! Do i hve to say mre?! He scores a 9 on my 'hotscale' , so its a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;Imagyne hym in an army unyform! Totally dreamy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s : Tom scores a full 10 on my 'hotscale!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah , I've got a whole lyst of 'hotstuffs' on my 'hotscale' ! Wouldn be able to fynysh lystyn them in one nyte though! 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