<?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-8634439</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:22:27.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secretary</title><subtitle type='html'>-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114316548537719494</id><published>2006-03-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:58:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wealth Management</title><content type='html'>I am deleting this blog and getting a new one. My now self is too different from my old self (you can see for yourself, point, and laugh at my old posts) to continue posting on the same blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm too lazy to fix the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nartlee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nartlee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You thought I would get another fancy url?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught, caught in the way&lt;br /&gt;In the way of a bus&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, the lease is up&lt;br /&gt;They break our legs&lt;br /&gt;To prove a point&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the lease is up&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, the lease is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bible in one hand&lt;br /&gt;He makes decisions&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, the lease is up&lt;br /&gt;Ordered his gun&lt;br /&gt;And it's done and it's done and it's done&lt;br /&gt;An hysteric at the top&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything is safe&lt;br /&gt;Ordered his gun and it's done and it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is going to get sick of me&lt;br /&gt;And the accident&lt;br /&gt;That takes the beat from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will look like it was my fault, my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend one more day&lt;br /&gt;Backed into a corner&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, the lease is up&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to lose&lt;br /&gt;Support gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;Each time something frightens them&lt;br /&gt;You'll set it right&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I get it, I get it, I get it alright&lt;br /&gt;And that nothing can be taken&lt;br /&gt;And that nothing can be taken from me&lt;br /&gt;After I've stopped waiting&lt;br /&gt;For an ambulance to come and get me&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Going to get sick of me&lt;br /&gt;And the accident&lt;br /&gt;That takes the beat from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will look like his&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault, my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Is Going to Get Sick of Me by Aberdeen City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114316548537719494?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114316548537719494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114316548537719494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114316548537719494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114316548537719494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114316548537719494' title='Wealth Management'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114316263728711684</id><published>2006-03-24T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:59:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zao An</title><content type='html'>Every night after 11pm, I see all these taxis with their beautifully lit up blue and yellow lights driving by and I get this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; urge to flag all of them down, keep them in my pocket and save them up for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've held in my shit for too long and it all went to my head or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! Finally she's out of the toilet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... That feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Placebo gig sucked. Placebo's attitude summed up = I'm too big for a place like this, can't wait for the gig to be over. The sound system made it look/sound like they were lip synching, and I could hear Brian's electric guitar strings being strummed over the actual music. The models were distracting especially when they came out and did rock-star carat stuff like walk down the runway and touch the audiences hands- like wtf man, nobody in here bought 2 cds to touch your filthy arrogant hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought 2 cds to touch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian's &lt;/span&gt;filthy arrogant hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114316263728711684?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114316263728711684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114316263728711684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114316263728711684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114316263728711684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114316263728711684' title='Zao An'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114308899757800261</id><published>2006-03-23T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:04:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Example</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raffles Medical Group Telephone Assistance&lt;/span&gt;: *mumbles in monotonous voice* Hi. Raffles Medical Group Ang Mo Kio Branch. How may I assist you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hi I'd like to know where this branch is located exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RMGTA&lt;/span&gt;: Walk from Ang Mo Kio Mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RMGTA&lt;/span&gt;: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RMGTA&lt;/span&gt;: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Uh. (thinks: Is that all the directions you're gonna give?) Okay, so if I drop at Jubilee in which direction do I walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RMGTA&lt;/span&gt;: Ang Mo Kio polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: .... Right. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RMGTA&lt;/span&gt;: *hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: *screams at phone* YOU CAN ASSIST ME WITH INFORMATION THAT ACTUALLY HELPS NEXT TIME YOU ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my mom and brother don't know shit, my dad is thousands of miles away, and the deadline to submit everything is in 2 days time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any smart ass out there know what to do with &lt;a href="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/scan_copy.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/scan0001_copy.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/tryFaceRecognition.php?s=1&amp;u=g0&amp;amp;lang=EN"&gt;Who you look like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114308899757800261?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114308899757800261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114308899757800261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114308899757800261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114308899757800261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114308899757800261' title='Example'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114283037992678548</id><published>2006-03-20T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:52:59.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/46226"&gt;Poverty-Stricken Africans Receive Desperately Needed Bibles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114283037992678548?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114283037992678548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114283037992678548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114283037992678548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114283037992678548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114283037992678548' title='Bread Truck'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114265581800326490</id><published>2006-03-18T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:25:19.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallurgy</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm walking through one big block of air. It's too hot and smoky and suffocating. The Boss' long face complements mine perfectly. My pimple is screaming for me to carve it out using a razorblade and spare it the torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe when the power trips again (which should be anytime now) I'll stick my finger into one of the sockets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114265581800326490?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114265581800326490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114265581800326490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114265581800326490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114265581800326490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114265581800326490' title='Metallurgy'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114261757400111975</id><published>2006-03-18T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:20:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>(his journal entry before the concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"03.17.2006&lt;br /&gt;Asia is the Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is home to the world’s largest water fountain, aptly named the fountain of wealth. I put my hand in the water, made a silent wish and walked around its epicenter three times. This is what you’re supposed to do to receive a life of good fortune. Thank you God of Architectural Achievement. I can go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If good fortune doesn’t come in the form of the dollar, I can at least say i’m fortunate enough to have seen Toca fall UP two different flights of stairs in the last two weeks. The first was an escalator in the UK, where upon losing grip on his 6 bags of Mariah Carey brand luggage, he stumbled backward bearing his weight on the skinny businessman behind him, while is legs continued up the escalator until he was practically upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was your run of the mill staircase and classic the-flip-flop-didn’t-make-it scenario. He looks sad when he stumbles, with his bangles and beads making a great noise and his computer and gnome spilling up and down the awkward walk. But I can’t help but laugh. He’s a grown man after all, strong and sophisticated. He’s just clumsy sometimes. As long he’s not hurt I don’t mind feeling cooler next to him, if only because I can place on foot in front of the other without problems persisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. My elderly Chinese room-service waiter, who’s look’s eerily like the guy who fostered Gizmo before he was stolen and spawned Gremlins, just brought me my lunch order. Yes I requested a coke with my fish and chips, but I didn’t say anything about extra ice and lemon. My cola is stacked! He knows! Or worse. He wants the M to the R to the tap that AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight in Singapo:&lt;br /&gt;The hottest women get together to celebrate the 50 most eligible bachelors at a party around the corner from our show.&lt;br /&gt;Make that 51, yo.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there right after I flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia is the jam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-jason syndrome... he is sooo fucking sexy and funny and intelligent and talented and charming and geeky and i swear, yo.&lt;br /&gt;who the hell wears sport shoes and jeans and a plain white shirt with a cap on backwards to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;none other than the very sexy jason mraz- oooh GOD i so want to touch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wave to me jason, wave to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poptart at espl was fun. no better than fun. they played hounds of love and such great heights and banquet and forever lost. i got to shake wayne thunder's hand and touch ben harrison's furry head!!! this week is famous people week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114261757400111975?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114261757400111975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114261757400111975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114261757400111975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114261757400111975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114261757400111975' title='Sigh'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114258868947474469</id><published>2006-03-17T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:44:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is So Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clickforcookies.blogspot.com"&gt;This Is Really So Cool. Sheryl and Laura rock. They deliver straight to your doorstep!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114258868947474469?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114258868947474469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114258868947474469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114258868947474469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114258868947474469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114258868947474469' title='This Is So Cool'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114226885148851730</id><published>2006-03-14T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:56:37.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pome</title><content type='html'>Okay enough of youtube.. &lt;a href="http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=3194&amp;rtn=index-topten"&gt;more of kontraband&lt;/a&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene's old posts reminded me of how I always get a stomachache exactly when assembly starts. How many times have I suffered in agony in the toilet biting my pinafore and screaming while I hear my friends sing mari kita. And teachers actually "discourage girls from going to the toilet during assembly". What fuck?! This kinda uncontrollable thing how can discourage. No wonder now majority of us got problems with shee shee or pang sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls keep breaking up with me&lt;br /&gt;It's never any fun&lt;br /&gt;They say they already have a pussy...&lt;br /&gt;They don't need another one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114226885148851730?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114226885148851730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114226885148851730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114226885148851730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114226885148851730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114226885148851730' title='Pome'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114217911208190027</id><published>2006-03-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:49:52.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pga1FqnBJyQ"&gt;So you think you've seen bad lip synching..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114217911208190027?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114217911208190027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114217911208190027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114217911208190027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114217911208190027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217911208190027' title='So..'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114206449725214356</id><published>2006-03-11T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:52:29.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-headed Broadway Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XogGG1EFqM"&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway: The big hit love song "You've Got Sole" from the broadway musical "My Favourite Shoe". Starring Wayne, Drew, and Ryan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114206449725214356?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114206449725214356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114206449725214356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114206449725214356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114206449725214356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114206449725214356' title='3-headed Broadway Star'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114187868263732990</id><published>2006-03-09T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:40:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screams</title><content type='html'>AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;@%!*#!%@*&amp;^@FUCKNNBCHEEBAIMOTHERLAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uncontrollable bursts of spasmodic vulgarity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tempered down. i have lost my cense of humus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. something has snapped in my brain. i actually heard it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the word 'narcissisticinthesizerhinocerouswhateverpangsai'. please use easier words such as 'egoistic' or 'vainpot' because as you can tell by this simple entry that I HAVE GONE BONKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm losing my edge&lt;br /&gt;The kids are coming up from behind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London&lt;br /&gt;But I was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there in 1968&lt;br /&gt;I was there at the first Can show in Cologne&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear&lt;br /&gt;When they get on the decks&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me&lt;br /&gt;Every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge&lt;br /&gt;To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites&lt;br /&gt;In little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing my edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge, but I was there&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;But I was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks&lt;br /&gt;But I was there&lt;br /&gt;I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices&lt;br /&gt;In a loft in New York City&lt;br /&gt;I was working on the organ sounds with much patience&lt;br /&gt;I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "Don't do it that way, you'll never make a dime"&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids&lt;br /&gt;I played it at CBGB's&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thought I was crazy&lt;br /&gt;We all know&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;I've never been wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in the record store&lt;br /&gt;I had everything before anyone&lt;br /&gt;I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan&lt;br /&gt;I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes&lt;br /&gt;I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people&lt;br /&gt;With better ideas and more talent&lt;br /&gt;And they're actually really, really nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody&lt;br /&gt;Every great song by the Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;All the underground hits&lt;br /&gt;All the Modern Lovers tracks&lt;br /&gt;I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real&lt;br /&gt;You want to make a Yaz record&lt;br /&gt;I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables&lt;br /&gt;I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars&lt;br /&gt;I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen my records&lt;br /&gt;This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra, Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra, Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc, Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Losing My Edge by LCD Soundsystem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114187868263732990?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114187868263732990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114187868263732990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114187868263732990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114187868263732990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114187868263732990' title='Screams'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114186483047857433</id><published>2006-03-09T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:40:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Fun</title><content type='html'>I read about this from &lt;a href="http://pagethree.livejournal.com/"&gt;Brenda's blog&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is coming up with a 'virtual wallet' to compete with paypal.&lt;br /&gt;This new 'virtual wallet' is to be named: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gbuy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114186483047857433?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114186483047857433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114186483047857433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114186483047857433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114186483047857433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114186483047857433' title='Google Fun'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114171199690660475</id><published>2006-03-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:46:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes- Porno!!</title><content type='html'>The problem with youths of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/yes_porno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, with Singapore's weather constantly at "BURN-THE-PEOPLE-TILL-THEY-BLISTER-AND-DIE", I don't know why people with my skin colour still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you were far away&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't ask you why&lt;br /&gt;What could I say&lt;br /&gt;I was far away&lt;br /&gt;You just walked away&lt;br /&gt;And I just watched you&lt;br /&gt;What could I say&lt;br /&gt;How close am I to losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I just watch you slip away&lt;br /&gt;How close am I to losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey are you awake&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Well can I ask you&lt;br /&gt;About today&lt;br /&gt;How close am I to losing you&lt;br /&gt;How close am I to losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today by The National&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114171199690660475?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114171199690660475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114171199690660475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114171199690660475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114171199690660475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114171199690660475' title='Yes- Porno!!'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114157670150837652</id><published>2006-03-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:38:21.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailing The Pang Sai</title><content type='html'>I think you don't have to be one of the 'originals' nor do you have to be knowledgeable about everything like it's history or what...... Enjoyment, pleasure, appreciation is simple you like it for what it is, that is really all that matters isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah.. But what fuck do I know eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114157670150837652?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114157670150837652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114157670150837652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114157670150837652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114157670150837652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114157670150837652' title='Trailing The Pang Sai'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114144878449668700</id><published>2006-03-04T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:57:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Theater&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Theater major!&lt;br /&gt;Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident&lt;br /&gt;and not afraid to express yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="92"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="92"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="17"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158"&gt;What is your Perfect Major?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a nice quote from &lt;a href="http://thesixtyfourth.blog-city.com/"&gt;Samantha Lee's new blog&lt;/a&gt; which I am very pleased about because it is one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i realized i've always needed an insane person to be my benchmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, the moment of epiphany was when i met rachel ho, who successfully showed me how much more there actually was outside my eleven-year-old quiet boring little mind. and how much more there actually was outside my quiet boring little communist primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met her on the first day of primary five, i think. and she cranked the tiny quiet radio in my brain up to its maximum. by the end of primary school i was walking around with loud music playing in my brain all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katong convent. met crazy natashia lee at the first publications meeting. she threw the radio in my head in a corner and installed a state-of-the-art sony hi-fi system. it played at middle volume, but now i had surround sound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a hand, so I got a fist&lt;br /&gt;So I got a plan&lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll say it's in God's hands&lt;br /&gt;But God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't quite the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Who pulls out two guns and shoots at the pretty, pretty pure white&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep thinking things, hunters and kings&lt;br /&gt;To block out the view, I gotta get&lt;br /&gt;New bell to ring, new song to sing&lt;br /&gt;A steady hand to ring&lt;br /&gt;A readiness of things I do&lt;br /&gt;Plan to bring to the people&lt;br /&gt;People I can trick 'em into thinking anything cause you know&lt;br /&gt;Oh rust it just right in the light&lt;br /&gt;It's gold, it's gold and you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got water and holes in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I'm a digger of holes in the land&lt;br /&gt;It's the easiest way&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;It's the easiest way&lt;br /&gt;So I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got water and I got holes, so&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;The sons and daughters of hungry ghosts, oh&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;I got water and I got holes, so&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;The sons and daughters of hungry ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe in the guns&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe in the view&lt;br /&gt;I sing, sing&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe in those hunter and kings&lt;br /&gt;I got a new plan to bring&lt;br /&gt;I got a new song to sing&lt;br /&gt;And it goes&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's the easiest way&lt;br /&gt;So I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts by Wolf Parade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114144878449668700?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114144878449668700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114144878449668700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114144878449668700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114144878449668700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114144878449668700' title='Uh Oh'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114118741653646087</id><published>2006-03-01T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:30:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubist</title><content type='html'>Ahh.. Mozilla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suki was a kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;She did brass rubbings, she learned you never had to press hard&lt;br /&gt;When she finished hanging out she was all alone&lt;br /&gt;She decided that she better check in at home&lt;br /&gt;There was an awful row between her mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;They said she hadn't done this, she hadn't done that&lt;br /&gt;If she wanted to remain inside the family home&lt;br /&gt;She'd have to tow the line, she'd have to give it a go&lt;br /&gt;It didn't suit Suki&lt;br /&gt;She took her things and left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suki was a kid, she liked to hang out in the art school&lt;br /&gt;She didn't enrol, but she wiped the floor with all the arseholes&lt;br /&gt;She took a bijou flat with the fraternity cat&lt;br /&gt;She hid inside the attic of the sculpture building&lt;br /&gt;She had a slut slave and his name was Dave&lt;br /&gt;She said ‘Be my photo bitch and I'll make you rich'&lt;br /&gt;He didn't believe her but the boy revered her&lt;br /&gt;He got her meals and he got her a bed&lt;br /&gt;He watched behind the screen and she started to undress&lt;br /&gt;He never got far&lt;br /&gt;Just looking and playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliers&lt;br /&gt;Suki saw the beauty but she wasn't wet behind the ears&lt;br /&gt;She had an A1 body and a face to match&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have money, she didn't have cash&lt;br /&gt;With the winter coming on, and the attic cold&lt;br /&gt;She had to press her nose on the refectory wall&lt;br /&gt;They served steamed puddings she went without&lt;br /&gt;She had to pose for life for all the scholars of art&lt;br /&gt;She didn't feel funny, she didn't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;Peeling away everything she had&lt;br /&gt;She had the grace of an eel, sleek and stark&lt;br /&gt;As the shadows played tricks on the girl in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suki In The Graveyard by Belle and Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114118741653646087?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114118741653646087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114118741653646087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114118741653646087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114118741653646087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114118741653646087' title='Cubist'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114094260081253812</id><published>2006-02-26T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:37:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no easy way for me to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diary-X has suffered from an unrecoverable drive failure. Due to a combination of issues, the last backup (from December 2004) contained only configuration files and other non-essential files. We do not have any other backups for the site. All journals, user information, forum posts, templates, images, and everything else are all irrecoverably lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past several hours, I have had to decide whether or not I should put the site back online at all. Only those users who backed up their own journals (either using the journal download tool or otherwise saving each entry) would be able to reconstruct their journals. Everyone else would have to start over. Whatever developed as a result would still be called Diary-X, but it wouldn't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it makes the most sense to close Diary-X permanently. Tentatively, the site will go dark on March 31st, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so generous with your donations during this crisis. Your generosity and kind words were the sole bright spots during this disaster. If you would like a refund, please send an e-mail to mdeken@gmail.com with your name and PayPal e-mail address, and we will process it as soon as we can, hopefully within 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to discuss this matter further, you may contact me at the address below. I will do my best to answer your questions if they were not addressed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Deken&lt;br /&gt;stephen.deken@gmail.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mourn for Mindermo and Samantha's Lee blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114094260081253812?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114094260081253812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114094260081253812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114094260081253812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114094260081253812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114094260081253812' title='Oh Shit'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114061019651245740</id><published>2006-02-22T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T02:27:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghee</title><content type='html'>Who's this katharine mcphee on american idol? Why's she so fucking hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise this is abit wankerish to do but I kind of couldn't resist it.. Stolen from &lt;a href="http://ritual-relique.blogspot.com"&gt;this joker's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boss you better do. I want to see what you choose most of all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=nartlee"&gt;My Johari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=nartlee"&gt;My Nohari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But I feel alright when I come undone&lt;br /&gt;You are not making me wait&lt;br /&gt;But it seems alright as long as something's happening&lt;br /&gt;I try to make you late&lt;br /&gt;But you're fighting me off like a fire does&lt;br /&gt;You try making me wait&lt;br /&gt;But it feels alright as long as something's happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your payments from the nation&lt;br /&gt;For your trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to make me wait&lt;br /&gt;You come around when it's come undone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes you late&lt;br /&gt;And it's never you because you're always thinking&lt;br /&gt;I try making you wait&lt;br /&gt;And you give me some like you give it good&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But it seems it's mine that always keep on stinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try making me wait&lt;br /&gt;But you come undone when you come undone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But it's always mine that seem to keep on sticking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your payments from the nation&lt;br /&gt;For your trials and tribulations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tribulations by LCD Soundsystem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114061019651245740?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114061019651245740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114061019651245740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114061019651245740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114061019651245740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114061019651245740' title='Ghee'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114050064599519436</id><published>2006-02-21T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:44:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-up Lines</title><content type='html'>Drop 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I am about to go masturbate and needed a name to go with the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe...can you suck a golf ball through 50 feet of garden hose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a great way to burn off the calories in that pastry you just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying anything, I always put my hands there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire. Can I run through your sprinkler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be anything, I'd love to be your bathwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t be first, but you could be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put you between F and CK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://linesthataregood.com/"&gt;More pick-up lines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114050064599519436?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114050064599519436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114050064599519436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114050064599519436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114050064599519436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114050064599519436' title='Pick-up Lines'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114045457384946538</id><published>2006-02-21T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:25:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobayashi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/neo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But I enjoyed it lah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114045457384946538?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114045457384946538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114045457384946538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114045457384946538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114045457384946538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114045457384946538' title='Kobayashi'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114036160548020559</id><published>2006-02-19T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:43:13.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>To all cat high boys who took off their shirts and body surfed or simply just plain enjoyed the music (ignoring outraged cries from the principal and staff) when The Suns played at your school, I applaud(e?) you all and am infinitely envious, sexy boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard cat high also has a bookstore that sells cds? Whether or not that's true, it's such a fucking good idea! We should have had one in the canteen, selling cds of overseas and local bands. And we should have had gigs. And we should have taken off our pinafores and body surfed and danced with only our panties and blouses on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand the nails must be short rule. Boss' explanation: "Obviously it's so that you all won't hurt yourselves when you pah chiu cheng."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. True, true. Boss quite smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lioncitydiy.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1585"&gt;Carnivores unite!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114036160548020559?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114036160548020559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114036160548020559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114036160548020559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114036160548020559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114036160548020559' title='Love Song'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114019719157310973</id><published>2006-02-18T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:44:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bristol Hanada Industry a.k.a B.H.I</title><content type='html'>They even cheat their workers. Dragging pay with excuses after excuses, purposely miscalculating the pay according to the number of people who went for the interview, not telling their scouts beforehand that you have to work 7 days before it's counted (i.e. Working 3 days then quitting, you won't get pay for those 3 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've worked for Bitchy Hogwashing Idiots (a.k.a B.H.I a.k.a The Scam Company), I can now say with full confidence and wisdom, that whenever people tell you that most modelling agencies and advertising agencies are all a scam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe them.&lt;/strong&gt; Because most of the time, it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114019719157310973?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114019719157310973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114019719157310973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114019719157310973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114019719157310973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114019719157310973' title='Bristol Hanada Industry a.k.a B.H.I'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-114010926418357331</id><published>2006-02-17T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:03:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walagata Site News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;READ THIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by Tom on Feb/02/06 - 2:15AM CST &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February will be the last month Walagata will be hosting Free Accounts. As the one-man team behind Walagata, I have had an enjoyable time running this service for the past 2+ years. Yet, supporting well over 100,000 free members takes a great deal of time and energy, with no financial gain. New responsibilities in my life have left me with less free time than I have had the luxury of in the past 2 years, so starting on March 1st, all free accounts at Walagata will be turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you currently have a Free Membership with Walagata and would like to continue hosting your files here, please click the Upgrades tab and purchase one of any of the available memberships. I know many of you have been active members since 2003, and I hope Walagata will continue to be your file host well into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for paying members? The storage space on all accounts will be doubled. Bandwidth limits for all accounts will also be doubled. The overall speed of the service will also increase. An added staff member will also allow for better and faster support. Other than that, you will notice little to no change, and your account will not be affected in any negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have any questions regarding these new changes, feel free to send me an e-mail. Just click the Support tab at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys. I'm screwed. Any suggestions or recommendations for reliable picture hosts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-114010926418357331?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/114010926418357331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=114010926418357331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114010926418357331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/114010926418357331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114010926418357331' title='Walagata Site News'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113994806712013311</id><published>2006-02-15T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T04:29:27.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Isolation</title><content type='html'>Wah lau this is mad. I was nicely sleeping for 3 hours then I had to suddenly wake up and cannot go back to sleep. I want to sleep again. Be tired, Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amanda (Sarah Quek's friend): "Valentine's day is always so much more fun in an all-girl's school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I know what it's like in a mixed school but I do agree Valentine's Day was quite a nice day to be in KC. I admit I was always too lazy to buy little presents for you all, but I liked getting little things like sweets, little flowers, girly hugs and kisses from people like Varsha, Joanna, especially the always gift-bearing Sutrisno. Hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I suddenly don't know how to end this entry. What the fuck lah, I feel damn annoyed like my brain is out of control :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The esplanade's library's cafe's vanilla's milkshake is... my dream drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a double-decker bus&lt;br /&gt;Crashes into us&lt;br /&gt;To die by your side&lt;br /&gt;Is such a heavenly way to die&lt;br /&gt;And if a ten-ton truck&lt;br /&gt;Kills the both of us&lt;br /&gt;To die by your side&lt;br /&gt;Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113994806712013311?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113994806712013311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113994806712013311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113994806712013311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113994806712013311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113994806712013311' title='Always Isolation'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113963125811983255</id><published>2006-02-11T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:14:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pau</title><content type='html'>Alright man.&lt;br /&gt;Visual Comm here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113963125811983255?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113963125811983255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113963125811983255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113963125811983255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113963125811983255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113963125811983255' title='Pau'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113950556367977069</id><published>2006-02-10T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:19:23.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncaring</title><content type='html'>i change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;if i could have any superpower in the world, i will want to have the power to let people know how exactly i'm feeling by letting our fingertips touch, sort of like in E.T.&lt;br /&gt;this way no misunderstandings can happen, and you will never accuse me of anything anymore because you will know how i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113950556367977069?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113950556367977069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113950556367977069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113950556367977069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113950556367977069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113950556367977069' title='Uncaring'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113915667889296769</id><published>2006-02-06T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:24:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inches Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eat to old, learn to old." (Huo dao lao, xue dao lao)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking for a job for one month plus, I managed to land myself two jobs: hunt chiobus, entertain drunkards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THIS COMPUTER IS FINALLY MINE MINE MINE ALONE ALL MINE&lt;/strong&gt; I'm blogging from my bedroom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113915667889296769?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113915667889296769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113915667889296769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113915667889296769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113915667889296769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113915667889296769' title='Inches Later'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113870212873207014</id><published>2006-01-31T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:08:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspeak</title><content type='html'>This grey small cat with yellow eyes almost walked into the Boss' room while Boss was sleeping without even noticing me. I moved and it froze and stared at me with that "WHATTHEFUCK" look, hair raised back arched. Then we stared awhile longer and I said "shoo" and it ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh... Maybe I'm hallucinating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113870212873207014?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113870212873207014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113870212873207014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113870212873207014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113870212873207014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113870212873207014' title='Newspeak'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113854853181385273</id><published>2006-01-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:28:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full</title><content type='html'>All time low.. My own mother gave me four dollars for my ang pow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113854853181385273?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113854853181385273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113854853181385273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113854853181385273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113854853181385273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113854853181385273' title='Full'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113845598981452571</id><published>2006-01-28T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:47:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will</title><content type='html'>I had my palm and face read for the first time today, after reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty positive (general good luck in career and good wealth) though some things were omen-ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said when I'm 33 years old stay within a 50 km radius of the home if not I'll likely have a big illness hahaha! Quite cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113845598981452571?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113845598981452571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113845598981452571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113845598981452571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113845598981452571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113845598981452571' title='You Will'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113829196181661963</id><published>2006-01-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:12:41.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>A car decal I saw today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"www.sex@myplace.now.ok"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113829196181661963?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113829196181661963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113829196181661963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113829196181661963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113829196181661963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113829196181661963' title='Everything'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113824081965602594</id><published>2006-01-26T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:01:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113824081965602594?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113824081965602594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113824081965602594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113824081965602594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113824081965602594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113824081965602594' title='Nothing'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113816325642961093</id><published>2006-01-25T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:27:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Brother</title><content type='html'>My dad is not illogical nor unreasonable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat,&lt;br /&gt;Your view accepted.&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate your effort to explain to share your view.It is a positive sign.&lt;br /&gt;I also hope you understand my concern.It is not to control your personal behavior but rather to give my view on what is good for you.I trust you can analyse it and share my view.I will be back on 27/1/06 for the CNY.see u&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;RGDS&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113816325642961093?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113816325642961093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113816325642961093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113816325642961093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113816325642961093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113816325642961093' title='Dumb Brother'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113808583699469152</id><published>2006-01-24T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:57:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I can't take it. I miss you Varsha Samuel :'( I can't tag on your blog. I hope you are doing great in Aussie okay? Looking forward to when you come back here for a vacation so I can bawl my eyes out on your shoulder and make up for the tears you didn't see the day you left :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113808583699469152?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113808583699469152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113808583699469152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113808583699469152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113808583699469152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113808583699469152' title='Argh'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113808397855958246</id><published>2006-01-24T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:26:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Brother!</title><content type='html'>This is all thanks to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat,&lt;br /&gt;I learned you have done something (pierce a ring) on your lower jaws.&lt;br /&gt;If it is true, I must first of all, feel sadden by the fact that you are not spending money wisely. &lt;br /&gt;2ndly, that does not make you look more pretty.It makes you look weird becos you are not a movie star or singer who always try to make stunting things to attract attention.You are a ordinary person (but you still look pretty) without those weird tghing on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Please do remove such unsual thing. Also you better stay away from the person or friend who tell you to do this.  &lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113808397855958246?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113808397855958246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113808397855958246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113808397855958246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113808397855958246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113808397855958246' title='Stupid Brother!'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113799782595369254</id><published>2006-01-23T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:30:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Smoky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mosaicmusicfestival.com/prog8A.html"&gt;Jason Mraz in Singapore&lt;/a&gt;... Gonna have to wait til february's allowance before I can get a ticket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113799782595369254?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113799782595369254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113799782595369254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113799782595369254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113799782595369254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113799782595369254' title='Hello Mr. Smoky'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113794899289787337</id><published>2006-01-23T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:56:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLU Press Release</title><content type='html'>Note: This is here because the story which was going to appear in today’s newspaper was stopped “by a ministry” minutes before it went out. If it is of any importance to you, perhaps you might like to consider re-posting it on your own website, or posting a link to my post or to &lt;a href="http://dubdew.com/2006/01/20/plu-press-release/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;, which is where I got this from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media Release&lt;br /&gt;From People Like Us&lt;br /&gt;19 Jan 2006, 20.30h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore govt gives $100,000 to Christian anti-gay group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By giving $100,000 to Liberty League, as reported by ChannelNewsAsia (CNA), the Singapore government is helping to promote a religious cause founded on unscientific and psychologically damaging methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty League intends to “promote gender and sexual health” through “conduct[ing] sexuality talks in schools” – CNA report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Liberty League’s &lt;a href="http://www.libertyleague.com.sg/tpl/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; promotes a book ‘Freedom of Choice’. The book’s subjects were almost totally from the Christian group, Choices, which runs programmes teaching that homosexuality is a psychological dysfunction. The book thus promotes this kind of pseudo-therapy propagated by fundamentalist Christian groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Leslie Lung, the founder of Liberty League has long been known to be associated with “ex-gay” ministries. The “ex-gay” or “reparative therapy” movement is strongly associated with the more extreme churches in the United States. Liberty League’s website itself uses terms such as “sexual brokenness”, “addiction and abuse”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a seminar organised by the Graduates Christian Fellowship on 13 October 2005, which described homosexuality as a psychological problem, Liberty League was touted as resource for counseling. It was recommended by Mr Tan Thuan Seng, the President of Focus on the Family, Singapore (FOTF-Sg) who is known to regularly give anti-gay talks in Christian circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOTF-Sg is an affiliate of Christian- and US-based Focus on the Family as can be seen from the latter’s website. The anti-gay, proselytising stance of Focus on the Family is well known. One may therefore infer that since it was recommended by FOTF-Sg, Liberty League shares a similar position regarding faith and homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty League is also lauded on the website of &lt;a href="http://www.exodusasiapacific.org/singapore.htm"&gt;Exodus Singapore&lt;/a&gt;, the Christian ex-gay group. It too speaks of “sexual brokenness” and teaches “God’s plan for sexuality”. On its Policy page, it says, “Exodus Asia Pacific cites homosexual tendencies as one of many disorders that beset fallen humanity. Christ offers a healing alternative to those with sexual and relational problems.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 18-year-old student who had attended one of Mr Lung’s earlier talks in her school wrote in her report (deposited with People Like Us) that she had to “sit through a one-hour treatise on why homosexuality was wrong, and if we had any same-sex attractions, we should immediately seek help and ‘turn straight’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He made several references to God and the Bible during the talk,” she wrote, and that “it was pretty insensitive to everyone non-Christian.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be noted that in his statement to CNA, Mr Lung spoke of “coming out of [homosexuality]”. At first glance, this phrase appears similar to “coming out” – the well-accepted process of healthy psychological development for gay and lesbian persons – but it is in fact a trojan horse for the opposite: destructive self-denial of a person’s own sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLU finds it reprehensible that while the World Health Organization1 and reputable psychological associations2 no longer treat homosexuality as a disorder, the National Volunteer and Philanthropy Centre (NVPC) would still fund an organization that has been founded on this unscientific and damaging premise. (More information on this in Annex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government needs to explain why the NVPC thinks $100,000 is money well spent when given to a disguised religious cause based on unscientific psychotherapeutic approaches that seek to deform young people’s sense of self-worth and psychological health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLU also notes that the published guidelines for eligibility for funding from the NVPC include the stipulation that all programmes must be secular, and believes the government needs to explain its grant to Liberty League when even 18 year-old students can so clearly spot its religious agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government also needs to explain how this grant is consistent with Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong’s claim that the government is not homophobic, made in a comment to the Foreign Correspondents Association on 6 October 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, please contact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plu.sg/"&gt;People Like Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113794899289787337?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113794899289787337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113794899289787337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113794899289787337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113794899289787337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113794899289787337' title='PLU Press Release'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113794214582535150</id><published>2006-01-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:03:17.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abit Late But</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="250" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;In the year 2006 I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;Learn to eat fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: red" href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113794214582535150?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113794214582535150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113794214582535150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113794214582535150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113794214582535150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113794214582535150' title='Abit Late But'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113782628892780326</id><published>2006-01-21T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:59:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>I'm NOT trying to create a dispute whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Islam: The religion perfected for the entire human race"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and in big letters. I'm not a staunch catholic but in terms of logic (?) maybe this sentence isn't so... tactful/respectful/appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I don't know much, it just intrigues me alot. The owner of this sign (hung at the back windshield of the car) seems to be a very staunch/proud/strong believer of his faith. And no, I don't think that's a bad thing. It just seems very provoking (perfected.. entire human race).. to me. Not the sentence itself, but the position of the bright yellow diamond sign, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just asking for honest comments here out of curiosity. If you're going to go, "People have the right to hang whatever they want wherever they like, you should mind your own business blahblah", then I think you should take your own advice and buzz off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much, much lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY SARAH QUEK YOU WEIRD PERSON BUT I LOVE YOU ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And sorry I forgot to wish you until 2plus pm and didn't buy you a present :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113782628892780326?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113782628892780326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113782628892780326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113782628892780326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113782628892780326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113782628892780326' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113763038269956123</id><published>2006-01-19T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:00:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>The joys of a 3-day wake-up-boss week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://202.52.73.76:8000/listen.pls"&gt;Time to go back to bed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113763038269956123?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113763038269956123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113763038269956123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113763038269956123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113763038269956123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113763038269956123' title='Hmm'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113745638185468253</id><published>2006-01-17T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:45:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderation</title><content type='html'>My mother called me in the middle of the afternoon just to tell me that she's giving me three days to take off the "knob on my lips".&lt;br /&gt;When did she learn how to use words like "knob" anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be she complain to her cheebye friends and they tell her (in a mix of cantonese and chinese of course) something like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"*gasp* Oh my god! Are you serious? That is like so totally unbecoming! *lowered voice* You know I've heard rumours that only prostitutes do these kind of things, and when they take it out there's a scar the size of a 50 cent coin!!! Luckily my obedient and clever (in other words nerdy and no common sense) daughter doesn't do these kind of rubbish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only these kinda smart advices from her cheebye friends she will follow and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Guess she's serious about me taking it out then. I don't really want to go through CNY with the piercing anyway. My ears will drop off by the time my relatives all finish nagging at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy earstick..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113745638185468253?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113745638185468253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113745638185468253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113745638185468253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113745638185468253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113745638185468253' title='Moderation'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113730814492428903</id><published>2006-01-15T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:04:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted</title><content type='html'>The realization that I lost my wallet and all the little sentimental things in it only just sunk in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tickets and sentosa tickets, Nicky Westlife's laminated picture, Teri's friendship card, pictures of my dead/alive-nobody-knows previously owned dogs, pictures of my brother and I in halcyon years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 27th may 2001 Westlife concert ticket!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *breaks down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, just to redeem myself: I may not like them anymore but just for the sake of nostalgia. Westlife represented my &lt;em&gt;childhood&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Samba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Natashia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Americans discard enough Natashia to rebuild their entire commercial air fleet every 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn into Natashia.&lt;br /&gt;3. Apples are covered with a thin layer of Natashia!&lt;br /&gt;4. Influenza got its name because people believed the disease was caused by the evil "influence" of Natashia!&lt;br /&gt;5. Long ago, the people of Nicaragua believed that if they threw Natashia into a volcano it would stop erupting.&lt;br /&gt;6. In Ancient Egypt, people wore glittery eyeshadow made from the crushed shells of Natashia.&lt;br /&gt;7. Natashia is the last letter of the Greek alphabet!&lt;br /&gt;8. Natashia is 984 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;9. Natashia is the only bird that can swim but not fly.&lt;br /&gt;10. Three seagulls flying overhead are a warning that Natashia is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Natashia&amp;amp;gender=f"&gt;Tell me ten top trivia tips about myself!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113730814492428903?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113730814492428903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113730814492428903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113730814492428903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113730814492428903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113730814492428903' title='Assorted'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113727004441727059</id><published>2006-01-15T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:24:13.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. I went, "Oh my god, I'm dying."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And the next thing I know, I was out of my body&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a tunnel opening up, a very dark tunnel, with rings in it&lt;br /&gt;And a very white, tiny white second light at the very end that we were moving down toward&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel was very interesting because it was full of rings, like a child's play tube out in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;We made it through the tunnel and we got to the white light&lt;br /&gt;The little hole had opened up and we got to the white light&lt;br /&gt;And my life was shown very quickly like an old fashioned movie&lt;br /&gt;And everything from when I was very, very young that I thought, did, said&lt;br /&gt;Everything I should have done, everything I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;I was so aware&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "No,"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z13.zupload.com/download.php?file=getfile&amp;filepath=1254/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light At the End of the Tunnel by Cloud Cult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/cloudcultcover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113727004441727059?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113727004441727059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113727004441727059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113727004441727059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113727004441727059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113727004441727059' title='.. I went, &quot;Oh my god, I&apos;m dying.&quot;'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113703150907867064</id><published>2006-01-12T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:20:10.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Cult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cloudcult.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/circlecolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I washed your car last week&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a kiss on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;I asked if you would be my sweet&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Baby not me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mowed your lawn yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You gave me six bucks&lt;br /&gt;And I say, "Lets have some lemonade"&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Go away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built your cupboards out of my bones&lt;br /&gt;Shovelled your snow with an ice cream cone&lt;br /&gt;I asked if you would be my own&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Leave me alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raked your leaves with my toes&lt;br /&gt;Tilled your garden with my nose&lt;br /&gt;Asked if you would be my bo&lt;br /&gt;You said, "No, no, no"&lt;br /&gt;You said, "No, no, no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Washed Your Car by Cloud Cult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113703150907867064?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113703150907867064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113703150907867064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113703150907867064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113703150907867064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113703150907867064' title='Cloud Cult'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113702532071678811</id><published>2006-01-12T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:58:38.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holysunshowering</title><content type='html'>Today's post will be effortless, thanks to something (an intelligent blog template) from &lt;a href="http://holysunshower.blogs.friendster.com/holysunshowering/"&gt;Holysunshowering's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it [funny/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt;/depressing/ironic] how sometimes [life/love/friends/family/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;] can one day be so [loving/mean/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;/exciting/full of adventure] but then suddenly, when you least expect it, things turn around and they become [gay/lovers/a paedophile/the new pope/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderous&lt;/span&gt;]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, something completely [joyous/transcending/fucked/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;] happened to me while i was having [breakfast/tea/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a crap&lt;/span&gt;/four dozen pills i found in the medicine cabinet/sex/oral sex/ oral sex at breakfast] with [R/A/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;/O/G/B/S] then it occured to me. i am totally [fucked/in love/stupid/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ingenious&lt;/span&gt;]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to [jump off something tall/dance naked down the street/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masturbate till i go blind&lt;/span&gt;/watch cheerleader porn/bake a carrot cake/ take up jazz ballet/get breast implants/ arrange to have him or her killed/ wax my snail trail/ keep hamsters]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first i need to tell the entire internet about my mood and what music i'm listening to right now:&lt;br /&gt;i am in a [antsy/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fishing&lt;/span&gt;/miserable/pissing myself with anticipation/crushed by self-doubt] mood.&lt;br /&gt;i am listening to [usher/ beyonce/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jack(is fuckin his) johnson&lt;/span&gt;/missey higgins/some cafe del mar wanker/ the cure].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113702532071678811?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113702532071678811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113702532071678811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113702532071678811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113702532071678811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113702532071678811' title='Holysunshowering'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113694342151056984</id><published>2006-01-11T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:37:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupboard</title><content type='html'>Realised I haven't pasted lyrics for quite a while.. Ever since the music stopped functioning. But nvm, here's some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out the way, mister&lt;br /&gt;With your short sharp tips&lt;br /&gt;No I won't read your lips right now&lt;br /&gt;And baby hey&lt;br /&gt;You send a shiver down my spine&lt;br /&gt;But do you read my mind, do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're looking pretty suspicious&lt;br /&gt;And probably planning a heist&lt;br /&gt;He's wanting to go to the strippers&lt;br /&gt;It makes him feel all nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette smoke yeah&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette smoke in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Watching a stripper and&lt;br /&gt;Smacking a bloke yeah&lt;br /&gt;Smacking a bloke here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's probably got stopped by a panda&lt;br /&gt;For speeding on his way there&lt;br /&gt;A form of flashing and digital cameras&lt;br /&gt;From tourists in trafalgar square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette smoke yeah&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette smoke in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Watching a stripper and&lt;br /&gt;Snorting some coke yeah&lt;br /&gt;Snorting some coke off her thighs&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cigarette Smoke by The Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113694342151056984?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113694342151056984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113694342151056984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113694342151056984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113694342151056984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113694342151056984' title='Cupboard'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113688536188910551</id><published>2006-01-10T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:42:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantopoptart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mr. Tongkat Boss: Buy cigarettes for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tongkat Boss: Knn.. Gotta walk all the way there so wet somemore. Later I slip and fall and die will be your fault. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tongkat Boss, not that I don't want to buy for you but is I CANNOT BUY FOR YOU LAH!!&lt;br /&gt;Try asking me again next year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I in ang moh country or what. Why the weather like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than being roasted everyday so.. I'm not really complaining :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble getting into Visual Comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "Hmm I see I see.. So name me some insurance policy companies?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uhh.. A.I.A... Err.. Mmm... Eh...'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck does that have to do with anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113688536188910551?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113688536188910551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113688536188910551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113688536188910551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113688536188910551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113688536188910551' title='Cantopoptart'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113673438052623697</id><published>2006-01-08T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:35:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancedancedancedancedancedance</title><content type='html'>Who needs clubbing!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pinholes and Samanta I think is nicest. They also know how to work the crowd la.. Tango line was the best!! Happy feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this kind of things hrkuavcndakliewofdsap[al;fe'a!! Still very joyous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live rock n roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113673438052623697?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113673438052623697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113673438052623697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113673438052623697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113673438052623697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113673438052623697' title='dancedancedancedancedancedance'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113645304264186306</id><published>2006-01-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:28:10.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo</title><content type='html'>Varsha smsed all the way from kangaroo land! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, list down 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see at school, 2 teachers , 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your sms inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1; Boss&lt;br /&gt;2; Varshi poo&lt;br /&gt;3; Mr Pang&lt;br /&gt;4; Joanna&lt;br /&gt;5; Tay Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;6; ONG WEINI&lt;br /&gt;7; Faqeh&lt;br /&gt;8; Mr Karib&lt;br /&gt;9; Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;10; Nikay&lt;br /&gt;11; Rhonda&lt;br /&gt;12; Mother&lt;br /&gt;13; Sarah Quek&lt;br /&gt;14; Bellina&lt;br /&gt;15; Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what do you think of number 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love joanna alot! She rocks. She rocks as much as Varsha does :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do you feel if number 4 slapped your face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an uncommon event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the scale of 1 to 10, how good looking do u think number 5 is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh damn cute girl. I would say about 8? Put on meat first and I'll make it a 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How nice is number 6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice enough to call me a motherfucker at least 5-10 times a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, if number 8 met an accident, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau CHOI. He is a genius, and geniuses don't deserve to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would I ever fall for 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU RHONDA TAN LAY KWANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if number 1 got a boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'( Would you ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What sport would i play with number 12?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arguing one, we play it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much do you like number 12?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so charming and adorable that nobody can resist her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 13 and 7 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I think maybe can. Faqeh could do with a looser grip on his throat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I hate number 9?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way man, too hilarious to hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 14 one day kill me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do I like more ? 3 or 10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERR 10 please thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113645304264186306?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113645304264186306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113645304264186306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113645304264186306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113645304264186306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113645304264186306' title='Woohoo'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113635734337667161</id><published>2006-01-04T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:17:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Desserts</title><content type='html'>My bag was stolen, faqeh's testimonial, bank card and 50 dollars inside. And my brother's camera.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, just desserts.&lt;br /&gt;Fever not so bad, but brother and cousin don't allow me go airport send varsha off. This is a nightmare. Varsha don't go!!!! Pack me in your luggage :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113635734337667161?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113635734337667161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113635734337667161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113635734337667161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113635734337667161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113635734337667161' title='Just Desserts'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113625288213000392</id><published>2006-01-03T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:48:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.............</title><content type='html'>I think I'm the first person to get retrenched before I even start work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113625288213000392?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113625288213000392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113625288213000392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113625288213000392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113625288213000392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113625288213000392' title='.............'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113619195376830251</id><published>2006-01-02T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:54:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANA. was here.</title><content type='html'>So forget the fact that the song keeps tripping &amp; the fact that it starts an average of 15.44 seconds after the webpage is opened (trust me, I timed it 3 times &amp; divided it by 3 like a good ex-sub-physics-4|5-KC-student)... I still got the song fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Glory to Jo in the highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the song seems fine now. Aw shucks, me &amp; my magic fingers. &lt;strong&gt;multiply.com doesn't like you Nart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113619195376830251?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113619195376830251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113619195376830251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113619195376830251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113619195376830251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113619195376830251' title='JOANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANANA. was here.'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113618129509417762</id><published>2006-01-02T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:56:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASHJKFLEUN</title><content type='html'>How can adult ezlink got no concession bus stamp!! Somemore jan to march must take 4 bus trip every weekday to work and back. Like that 6 months pay adult fare the stupid transport people drain away all my pay already. Top up top up top up fuck. I might as well go work for them directly instead.&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau. I am still a student okay! Cheebye. This is just a transition.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew first 3 months jc got student ezlink card to take I confirm squeeze all my blood out to get in. Must be another incentive for student to go first 3 months. Now must wait 6 months until get into poly before I can get students ezlink card. Shit lah! Better try and get into poly quickly, any early admission exercise they carry out I better go.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just make ezlink card in a sec 3 girl's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113618129509417762?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113618129509417762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113618129509417762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113618129509417762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113618129509417762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113618129509417762' title='ASHJKFLEUN'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113609143045387420</id><published>2006-01-01T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:02:43.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Step</title><content type='html'>Father: "HAPPY NEW YEAR"&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Happy new year to my Mei Mei . mummy wish u be happy n obedient"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. HAHA. Happy new 2006 year to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;With a new year rolls in a new template - inspired by &lt;a href="http://bitemarksandbloodstains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhonda the minimalist&lt;/a&gt;. Minimalism forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113609143045387420?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113609143045387420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113609143045387420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113609143045387420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113609143045387420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113609143045387420' title='Step Step'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113592693975505261</id><published>2005-12-30T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:19:50.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs and Hisses</title><content type='html'>Tsk.. Infection. All because one night I didn't clean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why no music in here ah..&lt;br /&gt;Okay can already. Hope it lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She was shivering so hard, it looked like there were two of her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the song 'Pet Politics' by Mountain Goat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113592693975505261?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113592693975505261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113592693975505261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113592693975505261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113592693975505261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113592693975505261' title='Bugs and Hisses'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113562363816923352</id><published>2005-12-27T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:00:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calculator</title><content type='html'>KNN ezlink lost again! ... Fucking hell i swear all my ezlink got legs or something keep disappearing. Stupid. No more money already la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! The lip one never hurt. Right ear second hole hurt more. But shit, more expensive than I thought. Still- glad I finally have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113562363816923352?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113562363816923352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113562363816923352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113562363816923352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113562363816923352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113562363816923352' title='Calculator'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113509636831572605</id><published>2005-12-21T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:14:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Shoes</title><content type='html'>"i realized samantha and i, aka S&amp;N.org, actually are a pretty good team. we annoy the hell out of each other and constantly laugh at each other, and we get crap done. and it turns out good. most of the time. weird how we never really get mad. sure, we have nervous breakdowns (that's me), but we fix it.&lt;br /&gt;don't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sam, I wanted to write a new one... But too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for realizing it so late you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i wish my lawn was emo, so it would cut itself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jawn's nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst.&lt;br /&gt;Type in "failure" into Google's text box and click the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/science1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science centre with Varsha was great fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/science2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most interesting thing. It's a glass man in a glass cylinder being electrocuted by the lightning. Can see his penis. But I don't know what it is suppose to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/science3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese garden is so pretty. One day I want to live at the temple there. As in stay there for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/science4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur, but Boss' backyard is forever beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ong keep saying "Nevermind lah add more black bean paste add more!". So the dish that looked like pangsai really tasted like pangsai. She pierce her tongue before, that's why her tongue not working and she think the soup is nice when it's so salty like knn. Kidney Failure Dish. The fusilli one taste very nice though, we eat already got christmas spirit again.&lt;br /&gt;Funny christmas I had with Ah Ong. We borrow bicycle from neighbour cycle to grassland play rocket. Then cycle to Boss house to stay over. Everytime see stranger say "merry christmas!" then they all say back. Only one or two stunned then never say back but the feeling is nice wishing people. Laugh laugh laugh so much until want to die. Especially just before we sleep laugh like mad. Then this morning ride back. Better than clubbing right Ah Ong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;School was great, but it was also tiring. Now what's tiring is gone and only beautiful memories remain&lt;br /&gt;I miss being sec 4 and having the guts to sneer at the lower levels but not really having any guts to do anything physically to them bloody big sized giants. I miss sleeping in the corridor outside class, I miss scaring people when they walk past my classroom door, I miss listening to music during lessons and clipping the wire to my collar so Mrs Chang won't see, I miss drawing hopscotch squares on the floor with chalk, I miss whispering with everyone else, "Did you see our new classmate?" when Vanessa Wong suddenly appeared again, I miss swaggering into school twirling my umbrella on a rainy lovely morning, I miss singing the school song so loud I went off tune, I miss Tan Lay Kwang smiling proudly at me because she's too stupid to know the real reason why I'm singing so loudly, I miss Mr Karib's tuition, I miss how Weini chase us from Karib's house to the Pasir Ris mrt, I miss the way my friends and I were so comfortable in school that we'd sing at the top of our voices anywhere, I miss saboing Joanna whenever she was using her mobile phone in class, I miss Mrs Chang because she knows that I'm listening to music but she doesn't give a shit, I miss shouting Ms Louiza Tan's name and waving at her like a maniac just to see her "okay wtf" face, I miss how we'd charge our mobile phones at the back of the class, I miss boasting to Joanna how neat the shelf under my table is when her's overflowed with nonsense over to my side, I miss drawing fucking ugly pictures that spanned across the entire board, I miss being scolded for being late all the time, I miss how we'll always fake headache just to sleep during lessons, I miss doing shadow monkeys having sex outside class and on the OHP and charging my friends if they wanted to see more (they never did pay me), I miss holding Varsha's hand wherever we went, I miss the cool clique the businessmen clique the quiet and reserved clique the gossip bitches clique the bimbo clique, I miss the way everybody said, "I'll miss that" when school was ending, I miss pretending to pop a sweet into my mouth in front of Vanessa Nunis and having her freak out, I miss how I'll always lie to Vanessa Nunis that I'm smsing my mother and it's urgent when I'm really smsing someone else, I miss how the prefects were all so nice to me when I broke the rules just because I was once a prefect, I miss seeing Mr Ong in the canteen and going over to chat with him, I miss pretending to be doing work during publications when I'm really messing around, I miss the way Sam did all the work during publications, I miss how Sam and I would bitch about some of the juniors, I miss Sophie and her house and brother, I miss wetting tissues and throwing them onto the toilet ceiling, I miss sitting in the upper gallery during assembly and pointing and laughing at the people below us, I miss tickling Joanna's palm and having mine tickled at the same time until we both fell asleep, I miss bio lessons in the AVA, I miss teasing Ms Raudah about our suspicions that she's pregnant and pleading with her to take off her tudong cause we wanted to see what her hair was like, I miss standing next to Ms Fairozah/ Mrs Kauthar, I miss writing song lyrics all over the board during chem period and everyone's down at the labs, I miss sniggering when someone else got the job of cleaning away the lyrics, I miss how Lu Lao Shi and I eventually became good friends despite our earlier quarrels this is bloody fucking long I should stop here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am home again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am young again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am fun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However far away&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;However long I stay&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever words I say&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am free again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am clean again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Song by 311&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113509636831572605?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113509636831572605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113509636831572605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113509636831572605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113509636831572605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113509636831572605' title='Wrong Shoes'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113490898499825938</id><published>2005-12-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T20:53:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispense</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't use facial cleansers! Boycott corporate companies producing facial cleansers!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hmm. Haven't done a blockquote in quite awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( P ) (d)n.&lt;br /&gt;A lyric poem of some length, usually of a serious or meditative nature and having an elevated style and formal stanzaic structure.&lt;br /&gt;A choric song of classical Greece, often accompanied by a dance and performed at a public festival or as part of a drama.&lt;br /&gt;A classical Greek poem modeled on the choric ode and usually having a three-part structure consisting of a strophe, an antistrophe, and an epode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. And I thought it meant "toast" in french. As in 'toast to you', that's why 'odetoyou'.&lt;br /&gt;... My entire blog is a scam. I'm going to have to get a new blog url&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113490898499825938?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113490898499825938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113490898499825938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113490898499825938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113490898499825938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113490898499825938' title='Dispense'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113481867316315925</id><published>2005-12-17T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T19:24:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast</title><content type='html'>Thats right, siwei and I went fishing at farmart fish farm and we caught all sorts of seafood. Seabass, barracudas, pomfrets, kois, luohans, a small sting ray, two crabs and dozens of prawns. We marinated and bbqed them right away after we caught them and everything tasted so fresh and juicy. It was too much food for the both of us so we invited a few other people to come and eat with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time (january?) we ask teri and puay hoon to come also and we prawn for three hours. The four of us, just like the old gang in primary school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infernal Affairs + 1984 = too much for the human brain to take in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113481867316315925?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113481867316315925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113481867316315925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113481867316315925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113481867316315925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113481867316315925' title='Feast'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113463780257914909</id><published>2005-12-15T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:27:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kontraband.com"&gt;www.kontraband.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. stupid boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good hanging out with the two weird friends again. East coast that area is very nice and relaxed. Maybe I will try applying for Kebab Station. There is a cute turkish guy there and I always wanted to cut the meat for the kebabs.&lt;br /&gt;Next week hopefully the two weird friends and I will go rock climbing (hahahaha) and then we go beach in the evening. I saw the sunset the sky really very nice. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consolation. Hmmm... Just slightly disappointed. But the ACS one was really good. I learnt alot, as cheesy as it sounds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss got me 1984 :)&lt;br /&gt;I like the Napat Snidvongs album 'Fruit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I think there are two types of Ariens, one is a rebel, one is a leader..&lt;br /&gt;Ben Na... Something: Why can't a rebel be a leader?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113463780257914909?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113463780257914909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113463780257914909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113463780257914909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113463780257914909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113463780257914909' title='Hues'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113405175219064940</id><published>2005-12-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:11:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/zen_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High on diesel and gasoline&lt;br /&gt;Psycho for drum machine&lt;br /&gt;Shaking their bits to the hits&lt;br /&gt;Drag acts, drug acts, suicides&lt;br /&gt;In your dad's suits you hide&lt;br /&gt;Staining his name again&lt;br /&gt;Cracked up, stacked up, 22&lt;br /&gt;Psycho for sex and glue&lt;br /&gt;Lost it to Bostik, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill&lt;br /&gt;Got too much time to kill&lt;br /&gt;Get into bands and gangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here they come&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful ones&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved up, doved up, hung around&lt;br /&gt;Stoned in a lonely town&lt;br /&gt;Shaking their meat to the beat&lt;br /&gt;High on diesel and gasoline&lt;br /&gt;Psycho for drum machine&lt;br /&gt;Shaking their bits to the hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think about it&lt;br /&gt;You don't do without it&lt;br /&gt;Because you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And if your baby's going crazy&lt;br /&gt;That's how you made me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Ones by Suede&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The big fish got that way because it never got caught"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113405175219064940?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113405175219064940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113405175219064940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113405175219064940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113405175219064940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113405175219064940' title='Shameless Addiction'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113385893126278194</id><published>2005-12-06T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:44:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si</title><content type='html'>How come blogger don't allow me to change the date and time anymore? Now the time of all my previous entries all screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast I fill up my Yesteryears already.. Gotta make new ones for year 2006 soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113385893126278194?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113385893126278194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113385893126278194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113385893126278194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113385893126278194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113385893126278194' title='Si'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113367102935146374</id><published>2005-12-04T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:18:09.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Are</title><content type='html'>i am natashia lee xin rui&lt;br /&gt;weini has a 12-inch ku ku chiau&lt;br /&gt;my boss is the king of the world&lt;br /&gt;maple story is the suxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;yeti sports is the rocks&lt;br /&gt;rock neber death....&lt;br /&gt;ong weini....ur end is near....muahahahhaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That are not me. Boss written it. Boss sleep are cute, is like small child, the eyelashed very longer than I.&lt;br /&gt;Today am warm day. The very very hot melted mine head and also of them people who giving monkeys chow, Boss explanation why, I understands. I talked stupid, but me thinking the people given monkeys chow, they am very stupider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, Mdm Gammar tell that Et Cetera went in finals of national competition hold by SPH. No person knows Et Cetera inside KC, but Sam together and me knows. Us worked very tough for it. Now we am happy, super joy!&lt;br /&gt;But Mdm Gammar told that the day itself, us Sam and me have to do Et Cetera suddenly, from zero, in the spot. That are good, that are okay. Then she told that us have to did with juniors together. That are different, I thinking that are meant we will died. We seeing how later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who given the monkeys pineapple?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113367102935146374?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113367102935146374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113367102935146374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113367102935146374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113367102935146374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113367102935146374' title='Today Are'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113344563450083574</id><published>2005-12-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:11:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill</title><content type='html'>I like when my brother and mother are away on holiday. I get to blast music and I don't have to worry when the door goes "clink clink clink" cause I know it's only my tenants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually do this, but it's in the contract..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Things That You Like The Most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When I get the Boss' full attention&lt;br /&gt;9. Feeling like my holidays are not being wasted&lt;br /&gt;8. Spending quality time with friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Great weather&lt;br /&gt;6. Satisfying my carnal cravings&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping and trying on clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaning up my room&lt;br /&gt;3. Hearing the Boss' voice on radio&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading a new book&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love with new/old songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Things That Annoy You The Most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Narrow-minded people&lt;br /&gt;9. Falling ill during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;8. Having not enough money&lt;br /&gt;7. Stomachaches&lt;br /&gt;6. My brother's messy habits&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother moving my things around&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother&lt;br /&gt;3. People calling to speak to the tenants&lt;br /&gt;2. The storeroom&lt;br /&gt;1. Large noisy insects that don't want to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any nervous habits?: I get stomachaches and I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed?: No&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time?: Only the right one&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you blow spit bubbles?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you cross your eyes?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Tattoos?: No&lt;br /&gt;8. Piercings and where?: 3. 1 on left lobe 2 on right&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you make your bed daily?: Not often&lt;br /&gt;10. Which shoe goes on first?: The right.. I think&lt;br /&gt;11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone?: Yes hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;12. On the average, how much money do you carry in your purse/wallet?: Wide range&lt;br /&gt;13. What jewelry do you wear 24/7?: A watch and earrings&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite piece of clothing?: No idea&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?: Boss is vulgar. I do neither&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever eaten Spam?: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite ice cream flavor?: Rum and raisin&lt;br /&gt;18. How many cereals in your cabinet?: One or two&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favorite beverage?: Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your favorite restaurant?: Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you cook?: Well enough&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you brush your teeth?: Once or twice&lt;br /&gt;23. Hair drying method?: Wind&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair?: No&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you swear?: Nope... haha&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you ever spit?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;27. Fav Animal?: Dog&lt;br /&gt;28. Fav Food?: Too many&lt;br /&gt;29. Fav Month?: None&lt;br /&gt;30. Fav Day?: None&lt;br /&gt;31. Fav Shoe Brand?: None&lt;br /&gt;32. Fav Subject in school?: Recess&lt;br /&gt;*where's q33?*&lt;br /&gt;34. Fav Colour?: Green and brown and white and blue and black and...&lt;br /&gt;35. Fav Sport?: I prefer to watch than to participate&lt;br /&gt;36. Fav TV show?: Too many&lt;br /&gt;37. Fav thing to do in the spring?: Cycle&lt;br /&gt;38. Fav thing to do in the summer?: Cycle&lt;br /&gt;39. Fav thing to do in the fall?: Snow angels&lt;br /&gt;40. Fav thing to do in the winter?: Cycle&lt;br /&gt;41. What's in your CD player?: Cd no. 1&lt;br /&gt;42. Person you talk most on the phone with?: My loved ones and the Boss&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever taken a cab?: No&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows and mirrors?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;45. What colour is your bedroom?: No colour&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you use an alarm clock?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;47. Window seat or aisle?: Window&lt;br /&gt;48. What's your sleeping position?: Side&lt;br /&gt;49. Even in hot weather do you use a blanket?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you snore?: No&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you sleepwalk?: No&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you talk in your sleep?: No&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;54. How about with the light on?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you fall asleep with the TV or radio on?: Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this song use to be the background music of Bell's blog/haloscan comment box?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I dedicate this to the Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thinking it's a sign&lt;br /&gt;That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images&lt;br /&gt;And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;And I have to speculate&lt;br /&gt;That God himself did make&lt;br /&gt;Us into corresponding shapes&lt;br /&gt;Like puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true, it may seem like a stretch&lt;br /&gt;But it's thoughts like these that catch&lt;br /&gt;My troubled head when you're away&lt;br /&gt;When I am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;When you are out there on the road&lt;br /&gt;For several weeks of shows&lt;br /&gt;And when you scan the radio&lt;br /&gt;I hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will see us waving from such great heights&lt;br /&gt;"Come down now", they'll say&lt;br /&gt;But everything looks perfect from far away&lt;br /&gt;"Come down now", but we'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to leave&lt;br /&gt;This all on your machine&lt;br /&gt;But the persistent beat&lt;br /&gt;It sounded thin upon listening&lt;br /&gt;And that frankly will not fly&lt;br /&gt;You will hear the shrillest highs&lt;br /&gt;And lowest lows with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;When this is guiding you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such Great Heights by The Postal Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113344563450083574?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113344563450083574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113344563450083574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113344563450083574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113344563450083574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113344563450083574' title='Ill'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113316645192281903</id><published>2005-11-29T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:02:13.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurong East</title><content type='html'>Yea.. Creative Support Centre actually has an internet kiosk.. My turn in a few minutes. Quite cool&lt;br /&gt;The west has the best neighbourhoods.. I'm going to move here next time. Quite alot of cute guys I bumped into also haha.&lt;br /&gt;If the cute guy with brown eyes and wavy hair who asked me about some children donation at Jurong East mrt ever reads this, I want to say that I love you for guessing my age right, and that I was concentrating on how cute you were instead of what you were saying. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is running around me now.. Haha, this is an interesting day&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New neeon :)&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly everything including the waiting took only 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the counter just told me to charge it for 8 hours for the first time.. then consequential 3 hours each time.&lt;br /&gt;The man at taka's best denki told me to charge it for 24 hours for the first time.. then consequential 6 hours each time.&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer the instructions from the lady..&lt;br /&gt;Yey, now I meet my boss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113316645192281903?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113316645192281903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113316645192281903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113316645192281903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113316645192281903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113316645192281903' title='Jurong East'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113309194093718394</id><published>2005-11-28T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:34:32.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic</title><content type='html'>Yah. My brother is a fucking idiotic lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You kena cheated of 50 bucks. If you had the initiative to ask me, I would have told you to go sim lim square. I bought my zen neeon for 279 only. Nevermind, you don't feel the pinch cause it's not your money. Let this 50 dollars be a lesson to you to learn initiative."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is really too much. What the fuck is he thinking? Bad mood don't come and take it out on me by acting like the act-smart illogical asshole that everybody hates and despises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plugging out my mp3 just like that (without having the decency to at least click 'safely remove hardware' first) to charge his while I was charging mine for the first time, he spoilt mine. I can't connect it to the computer at all, and the battery is still flat. I don't even get a chance to fucking switch it on and I already have to bring it to the jurong east support centre. I waited for my mp3 for months, why he have to do this kinda funny thing just to spite me. Fucking idiotic lunatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113309194093718394?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113309194093718394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113309194093718394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113309194093718394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113309194093718394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113309194093718394' title='Lunatic'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113311293620401957</id><published>2005-11-28T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:35:36.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The expensive delicate ship that must have seen&lt;br /&gt;Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113311293620401957?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113311293620401957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113311293620401957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113311293620401957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113311293620401957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113311293620401957' title='Untitled'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113299050385145351</id><published>2005-11-27T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:05:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tonight at 11-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://unpopular-music.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unpopular Radio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will be having a special guest on their live show: Malaysian band &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://202.52.73.76:8000/listen.pls"&gt;Click to tune in!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(playable using any media player &lt;b&gt;except&lt;/b&gt; Windows Media Player)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah okay. Graduation is over also. Sucks man, the whole thing was kind of pathetic really... except for the awesome food..... Shit I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;Everybody looked good. Only viewing the mini-us in the secondary 1 to 4 videos made me really realise that we changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. So. More struggles from here onwards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113299050385145351?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113299050385145351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113299050385145351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113299050385145351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113299050385145351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113299050385145351' title='Teenager'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113273039016549947</id><published>2005-11-24T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:33:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>Yea that's right.. It's over man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to varsha and stefanie for celebrating with me.. by getting us locked in in the fucking scary basement of lido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes while I am slacking, I panic and out of habit I say to myself, "shit I better stop wasting time"&lt;br /&gt;Then my muscles relax, I lean back, put my legs on the table and, smirking to myself, think, "no wait.. I forgot I got plenty of time to waste anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here's a song to celebrate, Happy Hippo by Cloud Cult.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sorry dunno the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113273039016549947?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113273039016549947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113273039016549947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113273039016549947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113273039016549947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113273039016549947' title='Over'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113232129997018173</id><published>2005-11-19T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:40:45.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hippo</title><content type='html'>I am in a fucking good mood! Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music&lt;br /&gt;I love muse&lt;br /&gt;I love beepbeep-censored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine&lt;br /&gt;Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks&lt;br /&gt;We were so charming, but the future was alarming&lt;br /&gt;And now don't you go look so proud&lt;br /&gt;Yes, guess who's laughing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've learned that life is one big game&lt;br /&gt;Where the winners are all getting paid&lt;br /&gt;So stop dragging your feet behind&lt;br /&gt;You can't live with the folks all your life&lt;br /&gt;So on those days home in your car&lt;br /&gt;We jerked the steering wheel to the median&lt;br /&gt;Joking that we'd end our lives&lt;br /&gt;But we weren't joking all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a band or throw a brick&lt;br /&gt;You lazy hipsters make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Don't clap your hands, don't start to dance&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them know that you're a fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be living in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;But where are you really from, have you forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Kid, you may be playing your music loud&lt;br /&gt;But it's drowned out by your mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Scene, I Wish I Were Deaf by Nightmare of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113232129997018173?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113232129997018173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113232129997018173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113232129997018173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113232129997018173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113232129997018173' title='Happy Hippo'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113198918205826090</id><published>2005-11-15T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:01:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>Just in case anyone is thinking of, you know.. shopping for Christmas gifts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/bravenewworld.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/lordoftheflies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we don't get to do these kinda books for literature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113198918205826090?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113198918205826090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113198918205826090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113198918205826090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113198918205826090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113198918205826090' title='Books'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113127212132102813</id><published>2005-11-07T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:49:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeycomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://googlism.com/"&gt;Googlism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natashia is aan z&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a leader at the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;natashia is very much a 21st century student&lt;br /&gt;natashia is an academically gifted 15&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a current resident of sunnyside&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a general assignments reporter for the tampa tribune&lt;br /&gt;natashia is reading star&lt;br /&gt;natashia is completing her doctoral degree in marriage and family therapy in the department of child development and family studies&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a college graduate who is going to graduate school in the fall as a biochemistry major&lt;br /&gt;natashia is on board&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a white female with dishwater blond hair and brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;natashia is very affectionate for a female ferret&lt;br /&gt;natashia is both a facilitator and coach at mks learning centre&lt;br /&gt;natashia is back&lt;br /&gt;natashia is the 3&lt;br /&gt;natashia is still living and not molting&lt;br /&gt;natashia is 34 and a mother of two sons of 5 and 7 years old&lt;br /&gt;natashia is lecturing mathematics at melbourne university view natashia's homepage&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a master networker and has utilized networking to build her own business&lt;br /&gt;natashia is another artist with a unique style&lt;br /&gt;natashia is forced to&lt;br /&gt;natashia is the one that looks like morticia addams&lt;br /&gt;natashia is one of the many students who doesn't hesitate in giving their time&lt;br /&gt;natashia is ill&lt;br /&gt;natashia is gone too&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a particularly&lt;br /&gt;natashia is the daughter of bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natashia is a particularly bitchy slave who needs special attention to break her spiteful will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all for the O's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where to stand, up on the mountain or down in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Cause I like being way up high, said I like being up but I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But up here I can see the walls built by man to divide us all&lt;br /&gt;They've been making war and deny us peace&lt;br /&gt;They took away the land and then they brought disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those white men who've got the key to black man's identity&lt;br /&gt;And those lands they were s'posed to be forever&lt;br /&gt;They got no heart, they got no right&lt;br /&gt;And if you decide to fight, please know that we can fight together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the water, water, water&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the water for their fire&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the water, water, water&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the water for their fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the tendency to put in their pockets everything they see&lt;br /&gt;They've been taking lands all across the globe &lt;br /&gt;And writing down their name on every rock and stone&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't no mystery, they're keeping the children from their ancestry&lt;br /&gt;They lock them out of their sacred ground&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day I'm gonna see them pull those fences down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, our history is a shame to me but I still got faith in humanity&lt;br /&gt;Can we swap back all the wrongs for rights&lt;br /&gt;And let the people walk free every day and night, cause&lt;br /&gt;Each nation has their own piece of earth that they call their home&lt;br /&gt;It's a point of reference to identify&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't know where you come from, you know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water by Blue King Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113127212132102813?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113127212132102813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113127212132102813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113127212132102813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113127212132102813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113127212132102813' title='Honeycomb'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113102436482873784</id><published>2005-11-04T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:17:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management</title><content type='html'>In times like these, where the tiring struggle of preparing for major exams takes it's toll on me, I am glad I have my lazy boss to boss me around and add to my stress level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want a new bed. Preferably this second-hand one I'm eyeing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the first paragraph is misleading.. I'm not feeling tired/drained enough..&lt;br /&gt;Then again, aren't we all always thinking that we're not doing enough all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else below is credits to Charan. Thanks dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.nartlee.multiply.com/song/1/40/full/UmFuZG9tSVbyOW4W,Z1tfMFINS32GKMCBRDs7wWnRgE=/akk%20-%20jipaban%20no.9.mp3"&gt;Ang Ku Kueh - Ji Pah Ban&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click "open" when the window pops up. Or "save" if you really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recording originated from &lt;a href="http://akkueh.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I was thinking of putting it as the background song/noise and making it loop... then I thought better of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rockson.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agingyouth.com/"&gt;http://www.agingyouth.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... How do you guys think the current momentum in local music can be sustained and how can the quality of local music be taken even higher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt; : If venues can be more approachable to staging local bands and local bands maintain a certain maturity in the way they handle themselves, I'm sure the scene will continue to grow slowly but surely. In terms of quality, I feel that that is something that is never lacking amongst the musicians here. It's just that the opportunity to present themselves is inadequate at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam&lt;/strong&gt; : I guess ample and credible media exposure could help volumes. Bands can only do so much to improve what they are doing but if nobody knows about it, it will all be in vain. Also, I think more support from the public would inspire local bands to push themselves harder to excel and push the envelope to create better music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I'm sick of the "local band = free gig" mentality. It might be well and good for the hobbyists but it does nothing to help people who'd like to pursue music as a profession. It's not like we're asking for copious amounts of cash here; we just want enough to sustain ourselves so we can go on doing what we love: creating music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break it out, just break it out&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate the dilate&lt;br /&gt;What is your name, what do you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that kind of man&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make an exception for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're flexed and pressed for time alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't stall in the stall&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a little, I want to do it all&lt;br /&gt;But now wait, wait, I'm a gentleman-in-training&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, I'm a professional in feigning love&lt;br /&gt;So go slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voluptuous and finely cut&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to get you up&lt;br /&gt;And dance with me in wistful heat&lt;br /&gt;In this little club between A and B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom is where I want you&lt;br /&gt;Against the graffiti wall, we know no love at all&lt;br /&gt;And just to see your body in a place so tacky&lt;br /&gt;There's no better irony in my own depravity&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but go slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know how to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The Bathroom Is Where I Want You To Be by Nightmare of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113102436482873784?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113102436482873784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113102436482873784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113102436482873784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113102436482873784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113102436482873784' title='Management'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113091733923644559</id><published>2005-11-03T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:42:19.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpopular Radio</title><content type='html'>FLESH AND THE FAVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at 8pm SG Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://unpopular-music.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113091733923644559?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113091733923644559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113091733923644559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113091733923644559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113091733923644559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113091733923644559' title='Unpopular Radio'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-113014342681145779</id><published>2005-10-25T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:43:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catharticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You were sickened at the vowing of silence&lt;br /&gt;I was taken by a permenant high&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers all you turned on how romantic&lt;br /&gt;Never need a guillotine to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;You were swept up in the buzz of a marriage&lt;br /&gt;I was secretly hoping one of us might die&lt;br /&gt;A close call would have ended up with the carriage&lt;br /&gt;Let's call it extra, let's call it why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just like your dad, surprise&lt;br /&gt;You don't only share his eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the truth that's in your hand&lt;br /&gt;It's a knack for telling awful lies&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you slept away the day in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;I found a criminal use for a pillow&lt;br /&gt;I love you terribly, I swear that this is true&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't stop my hands from smothering you&lt;br /&gt;I skipped town on a flight to your city&lt;br /&gt;There I crept up to your lover's window&lt;br /&gt;He poured a scotch and sobbed alone in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I took that aim and then I let it blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick a fork in a socket&lt;br /&gt;Do what you like&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure that I'm far out of your life&lt;br /&gt;Take an axe to your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Carve your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cut out your tongue and we'll call this a tie&lt;br /&gt;Cut out your lying tongue and we'll call this a tie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Am I Always Right by Nightmare Of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-113014342681145779?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113014342681145779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=113014342681145779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113014342681145779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/113014342681145779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113014342681145779' title='Catharticism'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112963508179393238</id><published>2005-10-19T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:34:05.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precipitate</title><content type='html'>Monsoon season.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Keep the coolness and the fresh crisp night air coming man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112963508179393238?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112963508179393238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112963508179393238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112963508179393238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112963508179393238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112963508179393238' title='Precipitate'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112938216064145482</id><published>2005-10-16T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:18:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To: Joanna &lt;em&gt;(my identical twin)&lt;/em&gt; and Varsha &lt;em&gt;(my exact opposite)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know blogging dumb posts and writing you stupid testimonials and repeating the same words over and over again don't cost me a single cent... But I really don't know how else to let you both know how reluctant I am to let you guys go away just like that after 4 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, I really owe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112938216064145482?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112938216064145482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112938216064145482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112938216064145482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112938216064145482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112938216064145482' title='The Collection'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112895236327059690</id><published>2005-10-11T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:52:43.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willing Victim</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I felt for sure last night&lt;br /&gt;That once we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No one else will know these lonely dreams&lt;br /&gt;No one else will know that part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still driving away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry every day&lt;br /&gt;I won't always love these selfish things&lt;br /&gt;I won't always live not stopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to decide&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was our time&lt;br /&gt;No one else will have me like you do&lt;br /&gt;No one else will have me, only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Dont give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing still it seems, I'll be 23&lt;br /&gt;I won't always love what I'll never have&lt;br /&gt;I won't always live in my regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Dont give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112895236327059690?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112895236327059690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112895236327059690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112895236327059690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112895236327059690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112895236327059690' title='Willing Victim'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112860457357452360</id><published>2005-10-07T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:17:12.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Mentalities and Personalities</title><content type='html'>Muffler heads installed.&lt;br /&gt;So now I got silent drums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now here's the Japanese version translated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do, like doughnut from the doughnut store&lt;br /&gt;Re, it comes from a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Mi, a name that comes from everybody&lt;br /&gt;Fa, because we love to fight&lt;br /&gt;So, it comes from the Solar (meaning sky)&lt;br /&gt;La, it sounds from a trumpet&lt;br /&gt;Ti, it's about happiness&lt;br /&gt;And that takes us back to the doughnut store..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- www.jasonmraz.com/journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112860457357452360?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112860457357452360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112860457357452360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112860457357452360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112860457357452360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112860457357452360' title='Fat Mentalities and Personalities'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112824544685202923</id><published>2005-10-03T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:54:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sarah and Elle</title><content type='html'>It's a small entry-level kit and it came without a drum throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey man, I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/niik5_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fix You by Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112824544685202923?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112824544685202923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112824544685202923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112824544685202923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112824544685202923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112824544685202923' title='Thanks Sarah and Elle'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112757640751297724</id><published>2005-09-25T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:06:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;I've had so many thoughts over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to mention many of them here, just for my sake and my sake alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to all dota fanatics out there.&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER YOU NERDS.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the one with a social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To install the notion that I divided by I&lt;br /&gt;Replace the occasion to speak&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the only lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' I decide to take my watch off&lt;br /&gt;I'll still believe that we&lt;br /&gt;Were just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;Still getting older everyday&lt;br /&gt;Shout for shout's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siren, siren&lt;br /&gt;Don't do this dance in my ear&lt;br /&gt;In fact I've already lost him&lt;br /&gt;I do a deadly dance and all I've asked for so little&lt;br /&gt;I've already lost him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decide to sever the plates below&lt;br /&gt;The shore would separate&lt;br /&gt;And find only seven placed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' I decide to take my watch off&lt;br /&gt;I'll still believe that we&lt;br /&gt;Were just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;Getting older everyday&lt;br /&gt;Shout for shout's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siren, siren&lt;br /&gt;Don't do this dance in my ear&lt;br /&gt;In fact I've already lost him&lt;br /&gt;I do a deadly dance and all I've asked for so little&lt;br /&gt;In fact I've already lost him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before commemorating this anniversary&lt;br /&gt;Ten feet tall and I still have the right to say&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost Symphonies by Saosin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112757640751297724?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112757640751297724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112757640751297724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112757640751297724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112757640751297724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112757640751297724' title='One Year'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112627523585534087</id><published>2005-09-10T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:15:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapes and Hot Tubs</title><content type='html'>So I was in class with Alphonso, Stefanie, Lthena and Joanna (I think), when I took out my electric shaver and shaved off my hair. Not totally though, I left some Lthena-like fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphonso was confused as to what to do when I offered her the shaver. Should she shave her head as well, or should she at least ask her mother first? My advice was to shave first, then go home. At least that way even if her mother disapproves, she can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe force her to wear a wig. But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of us decided to pierce our lips, so we left class and headed for a shopping mall in search of Stege. The shopping mall reminded me of Thomson Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the rest of my class arrived and it turned into an unofficial class excursion to Thomson-Plaza-Like Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted many many many (and I mean many) railings, and I pointed them out to Joanna. Joanna and I told Alphonso and Stefanie about pk, and they were interested and wanted to give it a shot. Turns out they were born pk geniuses and four of us vaulted here and there over the railings like nobody's business. I felt nice, warm and happy. I was also happy because the more I pked, the taller I grew. The taller I grew, the shorter the railings were and the easier it was for me to vault over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided we had had enough, and Joanna said we should leave for tennis training before we were late. We went out of the shopping mall, turned a corner and there the tennis court was. Our coach was wearing a tuxedo, bright coloured tennis shoes and had salt and pepper curly hair. He reminded me of Mr Noodle, the one who lives in Elmo's window in Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went over to the fence and turned on some switch, and fire spurts started coming out of the ground at random spots and at random times. He said that that was to make sure we would stay alert during tennis training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with warm-up exercises. Somehow the more we did, the more I was finding it hard to keep up with everybody. They kept going faster and faster, and my limbs wouldn't do what I wanted them to do, and I started crying in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up, with a huge urge to pierce my lip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112627523585534087?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112627523585534087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112627523585534087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112627523585534087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112627523585534087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112627523585534087' title='Grapes and Hot Tubs'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112610523619450687</id><published>2005-09-08T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:52:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For My</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/untitled-2_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Love will overcome, it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love what you've done to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gypsy by Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Well go get on your email box and write them a letter.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh my god. My 'email box'??&lt;br /&gt;He: Whatever. Yeah. Your computer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you not fully awake yet. Maybe you need to go stand in the closet that rains?&lt;br /&gt;He: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, when you're down with that, let's go somewhere in your box on wheels that moves?&lt;br /&gt;He: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.thedose.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/scan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112610523619450687?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112610523619450687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112610523619450687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112610523619450687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112610523619450687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610523619450687' title='Waiting For My'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112608503563276836</id><published>2005-09-08T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:23:55.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Announcement</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 hours of biology, my head has exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I have decided that this kind of life is too complicated for me, and I will spend the rest of my time on Earth doing something simple in a factory, such as shelling peas or putting toothpaste tubes into their rectangular carton boxes. As a nice mood relaxant, I could even appeal to the management to play simple songs such as Mary Had A Little Lamb or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star over the PA system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Joanna has agreed to join me, and Lthena is seriously considering. Anybody else who has similar desires, sentiments, or urges is welcome to contact any one of us at our respective mobile numbers for further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind attention,&lt;br /&gt;Natashia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112608503563276836?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112608503563276836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112608503563276836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112608503563276836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112608503563276836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112608503563276836' title='Official Announcement'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112575115024295370</id><published>2005-09-04T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:39:10.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polish Guys Kick Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And even though the moment passed me by&lt;br /&gt;I still can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose&lt;br /&gt;Got tossed along the way&lt;br /&gt;And letters that you never meant to send&lt;br /&gt;Get lost or thrown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're grown up orphans&lt;br /&gt;That never knew their names&lt;br /&gt;We don't belong to no one&lt;br /&gt;That's a shame&lt;br /&gt;But you could hide beside me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for a while&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell em your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars are souvenirs you never lose&lt;br /&gt;The past is never far&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose yourself somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Did you get to be a star&lt;br /&gt;And don't it make you sad to know that life&lt;br /&gt;Is more than who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew up way too fast&lt;br /&gt;Now there's nothing to believe&lt;br /&gt;When reruns all become our history&lt;br /&gt;A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell no one your name&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell em your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to sing&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely where you are come back down&lt;br /&gt;And I won't tell em your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name by Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112575115024295370?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112575115024295370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112575115024295370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112575115024295370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112575115024295370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112575115024295370' title='Polish Guys Kick Ass'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112568378347203294</id><published>2005-09-03T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:56:23.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/item1173/tony_royster_jr_drum_solo_video"&gt;Tony Royster Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112568378347203294?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112568378347203294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112568378347203294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112568378347203294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112568378347203294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112568378347203294' title='This Is It'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112524145543456110</id><published>2005-08-29T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T02:04:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One That You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Throughout a history of feuding at all levels from the personal to the national, one of the principal ways that the Pathan have been able to maintain such a strong cultural identity has been their willingness to fight for what they believe in."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://saturn.walagata.com/w/nartlee/51339073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a 2 metre tall indian skinny toothpick teenager at hougang mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna die at NS when they're gonna have to dig trenches with depths up to their armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY COUSIN IS SO RACIST!&lt;br /&gt;And she's damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was scolding my mum for buying some portable radio cd player thing for $100+ when you could buy the same one for $30+ at Mustafa centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Eee. Mustafa centre? I never even go there before.&lt;br /&gt;Brother: You racist what.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Haha. How can mummy go there anyway, all the indians there, so dangerous later they do something to her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs like mad* Please ah they got eyes they're not blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of racism.. (if you're easily offended by racist jokes please don't read on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in soccer do indian soccer players never get a corner for corner kicks?&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'll set up a mama shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I forgot who told me this but please feel free to claim your credit if you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, check out Jeremy Yeo's guesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) jeryeo says:&lt;br /&gt;coz corner dark, cannot see dem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) jeryeo says:&lt;br /&gt;coz the mat is relaxing in one corner&lt;br /&gt;jeryeo says:&lt;br /&gt;so no space for dem&lt;br /&gt;jeryeo says:&lt;br /&gt;relac one corner wad&lt;br /&gt;jeryeo says:&lt;br /&gt;correct not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Following a path can bring with it new opinions and thoughts, both obvious and those that are not obvious. You must always follow your own intuition. You must always do what you feel. Rather than what others think." - Sebastien Foucan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hatta..&lt;br /&gt;Dammit lah. I know.. so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's all in how you mix the two&lt;br /&gt;And it starts just where the light exists&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling that you cannot miss&lt;br /&gt;And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you're never gonna find it&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for it&lt;br /&gt;Won't come your way&lt;br /&gt;Well you'll never find it&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've done something&lt;br /&gt;But I've done it enough&lt;br /&gt;By the way your hands were shaking&lt;br /&gt;Rather waste some time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never would have thought in the end&lt;br /&gt;How amazing it feels just to live again&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling that you cannot miss&lt;br /&gt;It burns a hole through everyone that feels it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've said something&lt;br /&gt;But I've said it enough&lt;br /&gt;By the way my words were faded&lt;br /&gt;Rather waste some time with you&lt;br /&gt;Waste some time with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue and Yellow by The Used&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112524145543456110?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112524145543456110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112524145543456110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112524145543456110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112524145543456110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112524145543456110' title='The One That You'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112495791447394941</id><published>2005-08-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:17:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous Things My Mother Has Said</title><content type='html'>I could write a book on this, but I don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;So here is the winning quote for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum On Phone: "Yes I know, Chris and Raymond can ride bicycle to their workplace so it will be near for them you see, &lt;strong&gt;but Judy is a girl so she cannot ride a bicycle.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.25am, School Courtyard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Sng: Prefects, stop the girls now.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: (walking to the front of the 4/6 row with Abigail behind her, possessing an incredulous and extremely hilarious facial expression) Stop me, prefects, stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a rebel, Sam, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise Lishan loves to annoy you on purpose, then apologise.&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Stops you from whatever you're doing, forces you to do it her way, then apologise. Then to do it again 3 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ill, stay away from Lishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost hit her today cause I was feeling physically terrible, which led to the short-temperedness. I can't even remember what she did that made me want to do something violent to her.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance level increased as time passed and my fever got better. We ended up revising biology together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How weird can life get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science(Biology) / Science(Physics) Practical Preliminary Examinations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are in approximately 13 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;I have done some preparation (studied in brief the chapters that usually come out for practical), it's not enough for a good pass, but I'm hoping it'll pass me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do the physics experiment first to boost my morale so I can tackle bio with more confidence and less mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Did you ever notice that nowhere is now here?" - Jason Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112495791447394941?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112495791447394941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112495791447394941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112495791447394941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112495791447394941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112495791447394941' title='Ridiculous Things My Mother Has Said'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112472552954013497</id><published>2005-08-23T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:45:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Front And Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This morning's scenario at 6.04am, Home:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt pencil case&lt;br /&gt;Lost socks&lt;br /&gt;Lost rubber bands&lt;br /&gt;Lost tempers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning's scenario at 6.31am, Corridor at 2nd Level:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights turned off in the corridor outside class&lt;br /&gt;No one along the whole of the corridor&lt;br /&gt;Except a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;Which of course had to turn around and scurry towards me and under my bag&lt;br /&gt;And a bee&lt;br /&gt;Which of course had to land on my arm and crawl up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning's scenario at 7.26am, School Courtyard:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline Mistress: "Prefects, stop the girls now! I don't care where in the building they came from as long as they're not seated by 7.20 they're considered late!"&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, Varsha, Stefanie, Shangari, Kamani and I ended up standing by the drain with the latecomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. I was the fucking first to arrive in school lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This afternoon's scenario at 11.45pm, Classroom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Karib: What papers did I ask you to hand up tomorrow ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (trying my luck) Erm.. You only said to hand up Bukit Merah paper on Saturday. You didn't give us any homework for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Karib: Oh ok.. I'm going crazy I keep forgetting to give you all homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112472552954013497?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112472552954013497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112472552954013497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112472552954013497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112472552954013497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112472552954013497' title='Front And Back'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112446143900763330</id><published>2005-08-22T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:50:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uploadnext.com/v001/nartlee/odetoyou/band.jpg"&gt;Tien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Crashers = My first NC-16 movie and it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up when you're talking to me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112446143900763330?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112446143900763330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112446143900763330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112446143900763330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112446143900763330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112446143900763330' title='Hello Boys'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112402153964306067</id><published>2005-08-15T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:52:25.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiling Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are only princesses waiting to see us beautiful and brave."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are little things sexier than a John Rzenik in a black sleeveless shirt getting wet in the rain at an outdoor night concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(referring to a sign in the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"boxers or briefs? hmm, tonight.. nothing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112402153964306067?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112402153964306067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112402153964306067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112402153964306067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112402153964306067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112402153964306067' title='Boiling Point'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112383998775914050</id><published>2005-08-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:14:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MT Ordinary Levels</title><content type='html'>I was hoping for a c6, and I got a c5 =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to retake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear friends of this academy&lt;br /&gt;Romeo is bleeding to death&lt;br /&gt;To see a friend bleed to death, what for&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of metaphor that I can't see&lt;br /&gt;So I'll drink until I see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sky will make me sick&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give up on you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up on this&lt;br /&gt;This sky will make me sick&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give up on this&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers in your arches&lt;br /&gt;Raise your fingers for one last salute&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to hold me up and bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine&lt;br /&gt;It's all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers in your arches&lt;br /&gt;Raise your fingers for one last salute&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History by Funeral For A Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112383998775914050?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112383998775914050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112383998775914050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112383998775914050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112383998775914050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112383998775914050' title='MT Ordinary Levels'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112340712449993021</id><published>2005-08-07T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T17:32:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: MP3</title><content type='html'>Hi Nat, &lt;br /&gt;For the MP 3, I am afraid that it will distract your study becos of listening too much music.It will affect your study preparation of your O level exam.&lt;br /&gt;However, I will buy it after your O level exam. Hope you share my view / understand my decision.&lt;br /&gt;I hope mommy do not proceed to rent out room now.Express to her your view and also I need to have a place to sleep when I back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Testing her by asking her diplomatically. If you smell it is still in her mind,let me know asap.OK !!&lt;br /&gt;Take care and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;Rgds&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because he doesn't even know that I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; one before. After O levels!!! Argh. I'm starting to hate that stupid phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to catch foo fighters live before I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112340712449993021?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112340712449993021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112340712449993021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112340712449993021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112340712449993021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112340712449993021' 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src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112316857164175412</id><published>2005-08-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:16:11.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnection</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't feel the way I've ever felt&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile when I get worried&lt;br /&gt;I try but it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can make what I have built&lt;br /&gt;And better now&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can find the same white pills&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie, a kiss with open eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she's not breathing back&lt;br /&gt;Anything but bother me&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind these are horrid times&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd walk away from you, I did&lt;br /&gt;But it's a false sense of accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;Every time I quit&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see my every flaw, it isn't hard&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can say they're above this all&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away&lt;br /&gt;Takes my pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes my pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes my pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes my pain away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112316857164175412?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112316857164175412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112316857164175412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Sophie's brother, Benjamin, comes a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is silent &lt;br /&gt;I feel disconnected &lt;br /&gt;As words turn to phrases&lt;br /&gt;Phrases turn to prayer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know &lt;br /&gt;This is my call &lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall &lt;br /&gt;Will you be there to catch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes now &lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied&lt;br /&gt;When this is all over&lt;br /&gt;There will be nothing left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sharpening beneath me &lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet &lt;br /&gt;The earth opens up &lt;br /&gt;To swallow me &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and lead me on &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and lead me on &lt;br /&gt;It's sharpening beneath me &lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet &lt;br /&gt;It's sharpening beneath me &lt;br /&gt;It's sharpening&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untitled by Finch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112281633860209935?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112281633860209935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112281633860209935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112281633860209935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112281633860209935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112281633860209935' title='Hello Everybody'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112255524822925434</id><published>2005-07-29T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:37:07.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>Must one totally conform to either extreme ends of the scale before being accepted?&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair. Why can't we be in the middle and have the best of both worlds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, you were a friend&lt;br /&gt;You were a friend of mine, I let you spend the night&lt;br /&gt;You see it was my fault&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm too hard at work&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of anything so absurd ever in your life&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See who am I to say this situation isn't great&lt;br /&gt;When it's my job to make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't know that it would happen to me&lt;br /&gt;Not that easy, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what's that you say&lt;br /&gt;You're not blaming me for anything, well that's great&lt;br /&gt;But I don't break that easy, does it fade away&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I'm, I'm apologizing now&lt;br /&gt;For telling you I thought that we could make it&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get enough to believe that we've both changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See who am I to say this situation isn't great&lt;br /&gt;It's my time to make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't know that it would happen to me&lt;br /&gt;Not that easy, no&lt;br /&gt;If all along the fault is up for grabs why can't you have it&lt;br /&gt;If it's for sale what is your offer&lt;br /&gt;I'll sell it for no less than what I bought it for&lt;br /&gt;Pay no more than absolutely zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well neither one of us deserves the blame&lt;br /&gt;Because opportunities moved us away&lt;br /&gt;And it's not an easy thing to learn to play&lt;br /&gt;A game that's made for two, that's you and me&lt;br /&gt;The rules remain a mystery&lt;br /&gt;See how it's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See who am I to say this situation isn't great&lt;br /&gt;It's our time to make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;How could we ever know that this would happen to me&lt;br /&gt;Not that easy, no, no&lt;br /&gt;When all along the fault is up for grabs and there you have it&lt;br /&gt;If it's for sale what is your offer&lt;br /&gt;I'll sell it for no less than what I bought it for&lt;br /&gt;Pay no more than absolutely zero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolutely Zero by Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112255524822925434?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112255524822925434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112255524822925434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112255524822925434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112255524822925434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112255524822925434' title='Wait'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112246725180616087</id><published>2005-07-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:55:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free For All</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Alone at last&lt;br /&gt;Together in a photograph&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are always open&lt;br /&gt;Devoted to perfection through silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Should I sit wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me screaming more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is old&lt;br /&gt;Only to those that have no mold&lt;br /&gt;The truth can be bought or sold&lt;br /&gt;But what are we buying&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Should I sit wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me screaming more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold the corners, break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Fold the corners just for tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Should I sit wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me screaming more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfection Through Silence by Finch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112246725180616087?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112246725180616087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112246725180616087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112246725180616087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112246725180616087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112246725180616087' title='Free For All'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112229940747190159</id><published>2005-07-26T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:50:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promethane</title><content type='html'>Mum: I planning to rent out our bedroom, then we design kor kor's (my brother) bedroom like a study area. or maybe downstairs in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! Then our whole family only stay in one bedroom?!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Tsk you don't understand is it? I said already we renovate the room so that you and kor kor will have space to study.&lt;br /&gt;Me: As in knock down walls or what?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: No, just like put a table at the corner.. That kind of thing la&lt;br /&gt;Me: So. The room still same size what you put table all doesn't mean it will expand. Can rent out after my O levels not?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: End of year no worker will want to rent rooms already la..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok la. At the most I don't come home I go out study everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll scold and nag and nag.. Why does she even bother to bring up the topic with me anymore if I don't have a say in it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112229940747190159?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112229940747190159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112229940747190159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112229940747190159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112229940747190159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112229940747190159' title='Promethane'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634439.post-112213067641745051</id><published>2005-07-24T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:57:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It</title><content type='html'>Please know, please remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Was letting go, not taking part&lt;br /&gt;Was the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the strangest thing&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for that bell to ring&lt;br /&gt;It was the strangest start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining the cloud&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Was letting go, not taking part&lt;br /&gt;You really broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to sing&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't think of anything&lt;br /&gt;And that was the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;You left the sweetest taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;You're silver lining the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, it's just comes undone&lt;br /&gt;And everything is torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's the part&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;That's the hardest part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hardest Part by Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634439-112213067641745051?l=odetoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112213067641745051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8634439&amp;postID=112213067641745051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112213067641745051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634439/posts/default/112213067641745051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odetoyou.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112213067641745051' title='Damn It'/><author><name>nart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05744838708777726024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://mars.walagata.com/w/solitudedrops/Picture_153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
