<?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-11487564</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:16:29.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red is the colour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-112437730642893101</id><published>2005-08-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:01:46.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;in her eyes were words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in her words were magic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got lost in her magic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a dazzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i looked at her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she looked at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there came the problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she became my destiny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she became my goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart never felt like this before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whoever did this gave me a beautiful dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are only fixed upon her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without asking her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i jus made her mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now dying is easier than living,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've lost myself completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-112437730642893101?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/112437730642893101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=112437730642893101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112437730642893101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112437730642893101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-her-eyes-were-wordsin-her-words.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-112367881449103053</id><published>2005-08-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:00:14.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart wonders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; if u are as pretty as a blossom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; or like the smooth flow of the streams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or to find u in one sweet corner of my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart sways gently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever so slowly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why it sways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-112367881449103053?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/112367881449103053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=112367881449103053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112367881449103053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112367881449103053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-heart-wonders-if-u-are-as-pretty-as.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-112366159760616140</id><published>2005-08-10T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:13:17.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so true</title><content type='html'>How You Live Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-112366159760616140?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/112366159760616140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=112366159760616140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112366159760616140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112366159760616140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-so-true.html' title='this is so true'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-112298135253589007</id><published>2005-08-02T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T04:15:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;why did you break my heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why did i fall in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why did you go away, away,away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why did i give you my heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you had to break it in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why did you be with me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you had to turn your back on me this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-112298135253589007?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/112298135253589007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=112298135253589007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112298135253589007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112298135253589007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-did-you-break-my-heart-why-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-112289035755407775</id><published>2005-08-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:59:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the girl i love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has broken my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, this is the consequence of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has left me shattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when a glass breaks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone hears it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when my heart breaks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going crazy beacause of her love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i live because her memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i die because of her love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she does not care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what condition i'm in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's too cruel to care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how much i try to explain to her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wont bother to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her ways are so cruel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has left me shattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like she has left my nights sleepless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i pray that she will suffer in someone's love too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has made me suffer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i suppose to do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after setting my life on fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she lives in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only person i think of, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has left me with nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes this is the consequence of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll just have to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-112289035755407775?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/112289035755407775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=112289035755407775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112289035755407775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112289035755407775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-condition.html' title='my condition'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-112280854802337973</id><published>2005-07-31T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T04:15:54.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 july</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do i live without you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant put my heart to anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without you around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do i tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what life would be without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a punishment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or a curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have decided that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do not want to live without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i haf to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-112280854802337973?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/112280854802337973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=112280854802337973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112280854802337973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112280854802337973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/07/31-july.html' title='31 july'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-112030854806021457</id><published>2005-07-02T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T05:49:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd july</title><content type='html'>Your dating personality profile:&lt;br /&gt;You matched the following traits:&lt;br /&gt;Athletic - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active.&lt;br /&gt;Practical - You are a down-to-earth individual who is not impressed with material excess. You care about the stuff of like that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;br /&gt;You match with women who have following traits:&lt;br /&gt;Religious - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life.&lt;br /&gt;Traditional - You aren't looking for someone who is sexually repressed. You want someone who is adventurous under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;Athletic - You aren't looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps her body in top shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Top Ten Traits, Ranked&lt;br /&gt;1. Athletic&lt;br /&gt;2. Practical&lt;br /&gt;3. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;4. Liberal&lt;br /&gt;5. Religious&lt;br /&gt;6. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;7. Shy&lt;br /&gt;8. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;9. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;10. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits, Ranked&lt;br /&gt;1. Religious&lt;br /&gt;2. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;3. Athletic&lt;br /&gt;4. Practical&lt;br /&gt;5. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;6. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;7. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;8. Shy&lt;br /&gt;9. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;10. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-112030854806021457?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/112030854806021457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=112030854806021457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112030854806021457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/112030854806021457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/07/2nd-july.html' title='2nd july'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111833300659729152</id><published>2005-06-10T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:03:26.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. abhishek&lt;br /&gt;2. abhi&lt;br /&gt;3. Kermit?&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. abidas&lt;br /&gt;2. abhishek&lt;br /&gt;3. Kermit?&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. hair&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. weight&lt;br /&gt;2. height&lt;br /&gt;3. physique&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. thai&lt;br /&gt;2. Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;3. indian&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. snakes&lt;br /&gt;2. My dad!&lt;br /&gt;3. hurting others&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. GOD FAMILY FRENS&lt;br /&gt;2. FOOD&lt;br /&gt;3. sleep&lt;br /&gt; THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY NON-ESSENTIAL FOR LIFE ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. movies&lt;br /&gt;2. computer&lt;br /&gt;3. HPTHREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;(but not only)1. tee&lt;br /&gt;2. shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. glasses&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Westlife(is it a sin to like boy-bands?)&lt;br /&gt;2. eminem&lt;br /&gt;3. THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. My love&lt;br /&gt;2. The reason&lt;br /&gt;3. Lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. lotsa fun! talking comfortably abt personal stuff and being open&lt;br /&gt;3. trust, and lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE :&lt;br /&gt;1. i love my family&lt;br /&gt;2. i love watching movies&lt;br /&gt;3. i have many friends&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. height ( like 1.65)&lt;br /&gt;2. figure (36-24-36)&lt;br /&gt;3. smile&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Watching movies&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening to my princess&lt;br /&gt;3. Serving others&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. see my princess&lt;br /&gt;2. see my cousins&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch rocky!&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. pilot&lt;br /&gt;2. doctor&lt;br /&gt;3. lawyer&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. australia&lt;br /&gt;2. switzerland&lt;br /&gt;3. Manchester(jus to watch man u live in action)&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID’S NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. dylan&lt;br /&gt;2. Abhishek(haha)&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. get married&lt;br /&gt;2. Serve my parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Be rich!&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. By birth&lt;br /&gt;2. I love playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;3. I work out(ok well sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. No way(I hope)&lt;br /&gt;2. No way(I hope)&lt;br /&gt;3. No way(I hope)&lt;br /&gt;THREE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Angelina jolie&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicole kidman(well last time)&lt;br /&gt;3. Natalie portman(really depends on her dressing)T&lt;br /&gt;HREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone’s that alr taken it&lt;br /&gt;2. amy&lt;br /&gt;3. alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111833300659729152?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111833300659729152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111833300659729152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111833300659729152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111833300659729152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/06/three-names-you-go-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111745755115137761</id><published>2005-05-30T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T05:52:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 MAY 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Name 20 friends without looking at the questions and answer the questions with regard to your friend of the corresponding number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. adriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. andris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. fang ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. robyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. alaric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. frans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is #8 going out with?: Erm. Don kll me.. ME! Sorry peeked at the question before puutin ur name at any number. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Is #9 a boy or a girl?: girl.. any doubts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would #11 and #2 go out?: nope, never. No no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about #18 and #4?: over my dead body.. 18’s my cousin and he’s a GUY,. straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What grade is #17 in?: grade 9. Thai international school system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to #12?: last sat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is #6's favorite band?: no idea. Sorry adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does #1 have any siblings?: yea, 2, baven and sam, spastic ppl. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever date #3?: nope.. firstly he’s a guy, and I’m attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever date #7?: wat a question….!!!! NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is #16 single?: yes.. my cousin is a little too young for all this.. though she’s onli 2 weeks younger.. still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's #15's last name?: fang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's #5's middle name?: pops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's #10's fantasy?: have no idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would #14 and #19 make a good couple?: no no no no no way.. stop attacking my cousins..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me a random fact about #11?: he wears specs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever had a crush on #16?: how do u have a crush on ur own cousin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are #5 &amp;amp; #6 best friends?: nope. Jus frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does #7 like #20?: I said, stop attacking my cousin..!!!! NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did you meet #15?: he strangled me on the first day of school… na kidding.. my classmate since sec 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111745755115137761?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111745755115137761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111745755115137761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111745755115137761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111745755115137761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/05/30-may-2005.html' title='30 MAY 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111553263806303392</id><published>2005-05-08T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:10:38.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 MAY 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k lets see, haven blogged since 24th april. how long is that??? okay basically been really busy with syf and tests.. we got a silver. was quite happy with that until i found out that jjc and mjc got silver too.. i mean wat??????? thats like.. they played so bad.. oh well its over and yes its not jus abt the award as lance said.. thanks to everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a physics test on fri.. oh man i screwed up so bad, din read the words " scale drawing" arggg thats like 6 marks dude... anyway after school i went ta watch kingdom of heaven.. wad a cool movie, though it took a slow start but who cares.. i jus love war movies.. of course last samurai is much better but yea, i'll say $9.50 is kinda worth it.. they keep increasing ticket prices nowadays, jus cos they know ppl cant stop watching movies so they take advantage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was absolutely fantastic, rocking.. started off by playing soccer in the morning.. quite cool since its been a long while since i kicked a football.. basically the curl's still there but have lost alot of power in the shot.. gotta start playing again.. then in co, we were planning for the concert.. the teacher wanted to stone me cos i suggested " an evening of cheena music" as the title.. okay wadeva.. the prices are like 20 for the middle block and 12 for the sides.. so basically we'll be performing to an empty middle block.. like who's gonna spend $20 on chinese music..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after co went to clark quay for the barbie exhibit.. cant believe i went there and am admitting it.. but really it isn bad.. turned out much better than i thought.. after that had a funny conversation on the bridge in which.. well things were said.. and yea wont say more.. but basically it made me real happy.. how many ppl actually do get this? i walked so much, reminded me of thailand, where u jus walk and walk and get the cheap stuff. but this was diff, it wasn boring, it was fun.. went to ps, raffles, suntec, bras basah.. it was cool.. want to go to these kinda quite places more often with u.. its different from watching movies all the time so it was cool.. had moss burger for the first time in my life.. haha.. nice... then too bad, as u know time flies when you're having fun and it was time to go home.. oh man.. but yesterday really made me happy.. jus wanna say thanks for the wonderful time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111553263806303392?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111553263806303392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111553263806303392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111553263806303392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111553263806303392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/05/8-may-2005.html' title='8 MAY 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111486867684521023</id><published>2005-04-30T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:44:36.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this past week has been.. gee i dono what to say.. good and bad.. i mean i'm glad that the co is making progress and all but its really draining all of us out.. onli 3 more days.. must really really do well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i've had someconversations.. i wanna say so much to u but cant do it here, and like u say it may complicate things.. gee... i'm too tired to even type....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be there for u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the rain starts to pour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be there for u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like i've been there before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be there for u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos ur there for me too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keep saying this and will keep on saying it.. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111486867684521023?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111486867684521023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111486867684521023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111486867684521023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111486867684521023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/30-april-2005.html' title='30 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111433776082516381</id><published>2005-04-24T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T03:17:15.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so many things to do, so little time.. and yet i'm here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man co next whole week, 38hrs in total, sure gonna die.. leaving ur mouth in the stupid sheng pipe, ew its disgusting.. ah well but i haf no choice, gotta do wad u gotta do.. wish us luck.. 3rd may.. barker alr got their gold now its our turn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so many nice movies gonna release.. how to watch all? lets see, kingdom of heaven, star wars, madagascar, mr and mrs smith, batman returns, and many many many more.. war of the worlds.. haiya jus watch all la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;co concert in july, they promised us a break.. wad break? gonna screw up all the tests next week.. camelot? watch with who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway yesterday's co was super funny, as usual yang fan and shawn were arguing abt his solo part, cannot control volume etc.. and i was sitting there eating sugar peanuts.. falling more sick.. couldn even open my eyes.. came home 7 slept till 9 had a nice chat till 11 then went back to sleep.. wad a life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up 9am today.. trigo is sooo difficult, i cant do the questions.. i'm 30% normal.. how pathetic is that? i act 20? wat a joke.. and my seduction style is natural.. haha thats true... compatible with ideal lover? hmm, i wonder...heeheee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurts when your loved ones leave you, but it hurts even more when your loved ones create distances from you.. i feel exactly this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway my cousin is gonna so get pissed off cos i haven posted her gift and her birthday's tomorrow.. with so much co how to do? how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i get teased by you, you crack jokes, i laugh, you laugh we're both happy and when i need help most u are always there for me.. i hope i'm not irritating you, or disturbing you or.. but thank you very much my princess.. now don ask who..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111433776082516381?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111433776082516381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111433776082516381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111433776082516381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111433776082516381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/24-april-2005.html' title='24 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111431803220589043</id><published>2005-04-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:47:12.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are 30% Normal(Occasionally Normal)&lt;br /&gt;You sure do march to your own beat...But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at allYou think on a totally different wavelengthAnd it's often a chore to get people to understand you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111431803220589043?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111431803220589043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111431803220589043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111431803220589043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111431803220589043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-normal-are-you-you-are-30.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111431789648993654</id><published>2005-04-24T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:44:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111431789648993654?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111431789648993654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111431789648993654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111431789648993654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111431789648993654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-age-do-you-act-you-are-20-years.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111431749476806297</id><published>2005-04-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:38:14.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;br /&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111431749476806297?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111431749476806297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111431749476806297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111431749476806297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111431749476806297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-is-your-seduction-style-your.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111400788075188111</id><published>2005-04-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T07:38:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>an empty street,&lt;br /&gt;an empty house,&lt;br /&gt;a hole inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;the rooms are getting smaller,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where they are,&lt;br /&gt;the days we had,&lt;br /&gt;the songs we sang together, oh yea&lt;br /&gt;and o my love,&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding on forever,&lt;br /&gt;reaching for a love that seems so far,&lt;br /&gt;so i say a little prayer,&lt;br /&gt;and hope my dreams will take me there,&lt;br /&gt;where the skies are blue,&lt;br /&gt;to see you once again, my love.&lt;br /&gt;overseas from coast to coast,&lt;br /&gt;to find the place i love the most,&lt;br /&gt;where the fields are greens,&lt;br /&gt;to see you once again, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favourit favourite favourite song ever.. not gonna write everything but..westlife manz.. feeling in a crappy mood now..bb..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111400788075188111?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111400788075188111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111400788075188111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111400788075188111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111400788075188111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/20-april-2005.html' title='20 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111392167833738294</id><published>2005-04-19T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:41:18.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>hello ppl!! how's life??? cant believe i went for an OCIP meeting.. but actually after going for it, i realised how much i liked these stuff.. u know jus helping others basically, and give them some happiness.. but then cant take the fact that we have to meet very often, and write reports and all that.. cant we jus help.. also wanna go wif frens, but as usual non interested.. donno if me dad will allow too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah.. today's chem test.. ew.. lost like 7 marks ready.. ouch.. studied so hard for all the tests and i'm jus passing all of em.. no good at all... somemore some ppl found the test easy.. haiz.. co was stupid.. conductor keeps saying i'm blur, but with a silver sheng u don expect me to be as loud as the black sheng.. plus i'm having a koff.. stupid flies kept flying arnd and tickling.. cant believe i killed one.. thats so evil, arg feel guilty now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm a loner.. i donno.. hope u liked the postcard!! which u gave but..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111392167833738294?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111374629478888495</id><published>2005-04-17T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T06:58:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>hey dudes.. take my quiz.. kinda ripped it off robyn.. but jus take la.. joyce better get all right ah..&lt;a href="http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050417080558-870816"&gt;http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050417080558-870816&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111374629478888495?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111374629478888495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these few days haf been.. busy.. and stressful.. failed math, not surprised though it was so easy.. jus pass physics, but pissed off cos i lost 8 marks cos i din read 2 stupid words.. need to change my habit of not reading questions properly.. nvm, who cares now, look ahead yea?.. some days i feel like studying and then some days i'm so off.. why? but anyway quite in a good mood today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay! ACJC won the waterpolo match.. hahazz.. not surprised.. but then again dance got bronze for syf.. thats like so frustrating cos their suppose to be real good.. and when u haf a co like ours u panic bout whether u can even get a bronze.. next 3 weeks practice will increase, but who cares.. only for a while.. get gold manzz.. ACJC spirit rocks.. they went to admit that they din come in first for cross country.. thats wat u call sportsmanship dudes.. i bet if it was the other way round RJC would have jus kept quiet.. Raffles is a stupid institution.. close it down and build an AC university man.. everyone support the centre for performing arts k..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyone interested in camelot? my 2 dear frens are going with their class, and my class is boring, don go for this kinda thing.. maybe i'll jus join joyce or robyn on that day.. unless joshua yee or shuhan u guys wanna go? but i doubt.. hmm.. wassup with him nowadays? i know i haven done anything wrong but he makes me feel like i did.. oh well.. it'll settle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was cool.. first co was so slack, we were eating sugar peanuts and slacking.. at the same time disturbing xu hua and shawn.. haha so funny.. competishawn.. then walked in rain to station..cool thing, get hair wet... had a great day, watched guess who.. so funny but yet speaks bout the truth in life.. do wat u think feels right, don care wat others think.. anyway thanks for going out, listening to me and all.. ur great.. "u really r a good person" when i read that i almost cried la.. so touching.. no one ever said that to me.. boy, i'm always portrayed as the idiot in the family.. thanks..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so many things to do, read GP package, do GP essay and summary, study chem and cheena test.. aiyo can die one.. we need a life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111365420160753419?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111365420160753419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111365420160753419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111365420160753419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111365420160753419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/16-april-2005.html' title='16 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111339840393107654</id><published>2005-04-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T06:20:03.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she thinks alot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but understands little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her heart says something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but she  does something else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why cant girls just be like boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she loves you too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but always wants you to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she herself is confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but she tries to confuse you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tells girl you always say: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're good friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i never saw you in that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she says you're different from others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and uses this to get close to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and after a few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how different you are doesn't matter to her anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tells girl she always say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what kind of shirt do you wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how have you cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do you drive so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do you eat so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man, give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she comes close to change you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she sets traps to get rid of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in her words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she traps you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she makes you laugh at first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then makes you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why cant girls just be like boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you guys are so happy with yourselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then why do you come after us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do you keep bringing gifts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell guy you always say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you didn't tell me your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;want to have coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can i drop you home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when will we meet next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we teach you the proper way of living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we change you from animals to humans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; you cant live one moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats why girls aren't like boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she reminds you of all the days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she may forget you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but she wont forget the dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how can we trust guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they change all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now their someone's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tomorrow somebody elses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to say a yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she makes you suffer so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while doing all this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she enjoys the look on your face&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she is shy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hides sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but once she says yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she never turns back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats why girls aren't like boys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as usual the boy lets the girl win.. sorry cant think of more.. but isn this true.. hehe.. WAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111339840393107654?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111339840393107654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111339840393107654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111339840393107654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111339840393107654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/war.html' title='WAR'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111313134687434198</id><published>2005-04-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T06:16:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiz.. so pissed off with myself.. woke up 11 30 today... no good.. then went ta watch a movie.. so slack... man she even called me to tell me she din bring her hp.. i din catch her second part but nice of her.. haiz.. no one to tok to today.. hehe.. lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of something: love is like life, not every step is easy, neither do you find happiness at every step, but if don you give up on life, why do you give up on love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111313134687434198?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111313134687434198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111313134687434198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111313134687434198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111313134687434198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/10-april-2005.html' title='10 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111305704921084690</id><published>2005-04-09T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:30:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh dear i jus realise how silly i was, not caring.. i'm dragging one more person in all this mess.. really sorry.. i jus wanna tell all ya ppl not to let anyone know wat my blog is, no one wld want it but yea don tell anyone.. jus keep it with shuhan robyn joshua and joyce.. things r messing up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u know wat after reading wat u said, i really think i don haf to worry anymore.. i don care wat others think as long as i know my intentions so yea, robyn don worry, we know wat we want so it doesnt matter wat others think yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yea take things slowly, step by step.. i hope i can trust myself.. sorry once again joyce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111305704921084690?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111305704921084690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111305704921084690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111305704921084690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111305704921084690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/9-april-2005_09.html' title='9 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111304090802477040</id><published>2005-04-09T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T04:02:34.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CO was so slack today.. played games and ate alot. ended early too.. then shuhan and joshua went to the gym.. those mean ppl went to the gym and din tell me.. had no shorts. was in school pants.. nvm had company of xu hua and merylin.. hehe.. after that went out to holland v with her..we were mugging cos she made me a little mad when she was ignoring me and doing her own work nicely.. but a little smiley made everything cool again.. boy wat magic does this girl haf? after that slept awhile and i think things are going great.. but i hope it remains and its obvious we're both worrying that it wont.. well jus haf faith yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111304090802477040?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111304090802477040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111304090802477040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111304090802477040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111304090802477040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/9-april-2005.html' title='9 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111296926566214265</id><published>2005-04-08T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:07:45.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boy oh boy.. wat a week.. started off quite bad, with everyone falling sick.. then being ignored, by dad persistently, and the by u know who, but that was a joke so not counted.. then it went on fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but ppl can u all PLEASE stop spreading rumours abt me and robyn.. esp hui hui someone shut her up.. i mean is there onli one way left to describe and guy and a girl? wat happen to humanity? can we jus be friends peascefully? for god's sake she's like a sis.. i like someone else.. get this in ur heads.. I LIKE SOMEONE ELSE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to watch movie with her today.. then as usual she'll start suanning me but fun la.. spanglish is a nice movie.. adam sandler rocks as usual.. i haf loadsa fun wif u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guy: she thinks alot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but understands little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her heart says something else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but she speaks something else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why cant girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jus be like boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is war between man and women.. need to think somemore but this is jus a glimpse. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111296926566214265?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111296926566214265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111296926566214265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111296926566214265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111296926566214265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/8-april-2005.html' title='8 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111262340137144836</id><published>2005-04-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T07:03:21.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pope passed away.. how sad.. for a man who's taught us so much... at least he's in peace now, in a better place.. pray for more such ppl in our lives..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe.. new class. not bad though quite quiet.. fang says she's dying in SE1 and wants ta come back.. andris is our new class rep.. congrats.. we made a deal that i'll be her asst. but too bad din pass off. now haf to be stupid treasurer.. steal money.. haha.. boy haf i been broke these few days or wad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone's falling sick.. for someone who's taken a flu jab, i'm still sick o man... wonder who passed it... joyce is sick, andris is.. haiz.. take care everyone... chatting at bv station is good.. always loved doing that and will continue to.. everything of urs is pink manz... cute.. when's the fairy tale finishing? i wanna read... take care my dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh tests next week.. die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111262340137144836?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111262340137144836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111262340137144836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111262340137144836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111262340137144836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/4-april-2005.html' title='4 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111253968265841019</id><published>2005-04-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T07:48:02.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hellooooo all u wonderful ppl.. feelin happy today though i donnno why? man u drew so it oficially ends their title hopes and arsenal is ahead now.. man oh man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up 9 and felt so tired.. doing that after a long time.. actually studies today.. sat for 4 hrs but yet was stoning for most periods.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robyn don worry k.. if u need help we're all here for u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and joyce joyce joyce.. my dear dear joyce.. pls take care of yourself k.. if u don feel well jus hand up ur CAP stuff and go home.. TAKE CARE... things between us has been good and i hope it always remains.. ur the best.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a thought on obsession.. can u believe that? not putting it up here anytime soon.. boy i'm hyper now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll try my best not to put the ball in ur court, if i do warn me and i'll make sure no pressure goes to u.. u were the best u are the best and u will always remain the best.. hehe.. thanks for wad u said and all.. i hope ur fren liked ur gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;commit everything to the lord and everything will turn out fine.. gd nite all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111253968265841019?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111253968265841019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111253968265841019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111253968265841019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111253968265841019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/3-april-2005.html' title='3 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111244587091192305</id><published>2005-04-02T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T04:44:30.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CO started 9 today.. ended 12 30.. no conductor so as usual retarded cos we had to practice ourselves.. and then shawn tries to be the big boss and orders everyone arnd.. but who cares we let him.. shawn relax k, we appreciate u we were jus joking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 30 to 2 was in school aone doing recourceful stuff luckily.. met up with her at 2.. went out had fun and talked bout things.. everything is cleared now i'm a happy boy again and i hope she's happy too.. i wonder why my hands get cold.. but cool i like it.. so thanks shuhan joshua for worrying yea? i'm cool now.. she rocks man... btw i aint talking bout fang ting here, i'm talking bout the wrong number girl... no one gets this who cares.. i went to lib today.. some super huge one in jurong pt. actually quite cool.. me and going lib is jus off la... hehe.. and robyn, i won stop grinning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111244587091192305?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111244587091192305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111244587091192305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111244587091192305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111244587091192305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-april-2005.html' title='2 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111236289403607250</id><published>2005-04-01T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T05:41:34.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 APRIL 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy april fool's day? is there such a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haiz.. no time for anything nowadays.. boy too much co.. stayin in SE2.. good thing.. fang ting aint gonna be there but she's trying.. robyn good luck for f math k.. principal is cool.. he speech is nice.. but as usual gurmit singh is an ass.. no reason for me to hate him.. but i do, after wat he did to me dad and bro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u give me happiness, and the next u make me wonder, and then u give back the happiness.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"a girl won jus let any guy hold her hand" how true.. but thank u.. though sometimes i get confused bout wat u tink.. k i shant say too much here.. i'm blur... but i tink we really need to sit and talk and be completely honest with each other yea? i don blame u.. but r u really tryin to rid me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very tired now.. quite sad... but i'm sure u'll make it ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111236289403607250?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111236289403607250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111236289403607250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111236289403607250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111236289403607250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/04/1-april-2005.html' title='1 APRIL 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111210508187048214</id><published>2005-03-29T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T06:04:41.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 March 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.. today was still abit weird. but better.. at least we spoke.. i hope she's feeling better now.. and pls.. arg.. cant say anything here.. heheh.. but the msg meant alot and all..yea and pls don dao me hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don disturb joshee anymore guys, its not wat it looks like. CO is still retarded but wat to do no choice.. left my bag in the class. how dumb is that... came home without bag, so weird.. hope the cleaner din throw it by tomorrow manz.. was gonna climb in but joshua accidentally closed the window.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robyn chill yea? we're all her for u if u need us in anything.. take care sis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111210508187048214?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111210508187048214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111210508187048214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111210508187048214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111210508187048214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/29-march-2005.html' title='29 March 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111199662655878562</id><published>2005-03-28T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:57:06.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 March 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no messges, no phone call, no talking.. nothing.. feels so weird although its onli 2 days... but its the first time in 3 months.. went straight home for the first time this yr.. see her in the canteen, she pretends she din see me, or so i think.. sees me in the library and walks past me.. or so i think.. i haf no idea wat happen.. jus wanna say i'm sorry if i did anything wrong unknowingly.... she's fails to call me when she knows i always wait.. she goes to visit him.. but thats okay, he's a friend.. she messages him and avoids me.. why? tell me if i did something wrong.. this silence is too much too bear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should i give up, or again am i thinking too much? help me someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111199662655878562?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111199662655878562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111199662655878562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111199662655878562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111199662655878562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/28-march-2005.html' title='28 March 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111184656996271644</id><published>2005-03-26T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T06:16:09.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you stand there hiding your pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here with my head down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so am i,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who will explain to each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now the distances are too great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to even face each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes it is true i am hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i have thought of this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why does my heart break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why are my eyes tearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what happened had to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now let it go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the memories of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;live to the fullest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111184656996271644?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111184656996271644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111184656996271644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111184656996271644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111184656996271644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111182472909195667</id><published>2005-03-26T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:12:09.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who is this you are waiting for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look towards me once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why are u quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;say whatever you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much your heart wishes for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ask for as much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you will receive that much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for have you ever thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and have you ever seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then please dont keep quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and please tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can anyone love you the way i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not just my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can even smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and give my life for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all you have to do is ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if there is anything in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whether it is day or night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if any difficulties or problems mount on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or if you dont feel comfortable about things happening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you have any wishes or requests,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont leave it untold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont feel unhappy about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who is this you are waiting for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look towards me once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why are you quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;say whatever you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much your heart wishes for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ask for as much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you will receive that much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i am here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111182472909195667?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111182472909195667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111182472909195667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111182472909195667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111182472909195667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/thought_26.html' title='a thought'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111182336161017779</id><published>2005-03-26T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:49:21.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 March 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to all those who have not received a call, pls dont worry.. there's still monday and tuesday.. guys, trust me i know how it feels... waiting and waiting.. but life goes on, and this is onli one hurdle.. many more to come in life.. if u don make it back to AC jus do well wherever u go k? i mean if u told me this a few days ago, i wouldn have understood but u'll soon come to get used to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today had CO, have to be real committed to it, indebted really.. but practices on tuesdays from 4 30 to 8? wow massive man..syf comin up...no mood to study these past few weeks but i know i've got to start soon.. AC has so many 6 pointers, how? how? all u raffles ppl get out of my sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that when u smile, i smile. when u cry, i cry.. why? why doesn a day go where i don feel comfortable if i don talk to u? wat is happening? why is it sometimes i get jealous, i enjoy reading ur messages, they make me smile.. i love going out with u, it makes my mind relax.. i enjoy talking to u, it distracts me from the cruel reality of this world.. why? why? why do i enjoy it when u disturb me and yet sometimes i mind.. wats happening.. wat is happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when anything goes wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i face difficulties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please give me your support,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my beloved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there was no one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is no one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my life besides you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;always stand by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my beloved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111182336161017779?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111182336161017779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111182336161017779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111182336161017779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111182336161017779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/26-march-2005.html' title='26 March 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111173489040902611</id><published>2005-03-25T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:14:50.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 March 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blogging after quite long...cant seem to find time..dad says i'm not spending enough family time..oops... MADE IT BACK TO ACJC... thank god thanks mum thanks dad and thanks to all me friends.. u guys are special to me.. all the girls watch out yea, i'm back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robyn thanks for listening out to me, u really r like a sis to me now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so sad that terry couldn make it back.. its not over though we'll keep fighting for u yea bro? relax k... i hated tampines so much.. boy i'm sure am bias cos changing school from ac is jus weird.. 12 yrs manzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wonder if i get to stay in the same class.. hmm. i'll be so committed to CO now..thanks colin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joyce:thanks for always being there.. i really am sorry if i've been acting strangely abt u and u know who k.. its jus.. man u know how i feel.. u r someone so close to me i cant believe i've onli known u 3 months... boy there's so much i wanna tell u but i cant say it.. can type it but not here... will write to u soon again.. sorry if u ger so bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again thanks everyone.. joyce, robyn etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111173489040902611?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111173489040902611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right, basically the past few days have been so screwed.. happiness and more sadness at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posted to Tampines JC i mean how screwed is that? i know i wont get back to AC and i'm gonna kill myself.. 3 places for CO? cmon u guys r pathetic..... cut off 8 points.. retarded dragon year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then there's this other thing which of course i wont tell anyone.. actually i think its a stupid reason but i cant help but wonder.. arg.... stupid system....why  do i think so much? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111149981064941732?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111149981064941732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111149981064941732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111149981064941732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111149981064941732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/22-march-2005.html' title='22 March 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111129432280236053</id><published>2005-03-20T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:52:02.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the world is changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;live to the fullest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the person who loves you with all his heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is indeed very difficult to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if there ever is someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is the most worthy of your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is for you to hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he'll be most thankful to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and come close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter how much i control this crazy heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it just keeps beating in your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but think about this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what if the time now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lives forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the world is changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;live to the fullest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111129432280236053?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111129432280236053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111129432280236053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111129432280236053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111129432280236053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-time-world-is-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111124075465506597</id><published>2005-03-19T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T06:04:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you come near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and smile that smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont know what dreams you give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant wake nor sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know what feeling this is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it doesn't go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what has your love done to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it follows me like a shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why this is happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm falling in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what colours have my l0ve brought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know how i fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it that in anxious times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont feel anxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my loneliness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only u are in my memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u come near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and smile that smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont know what dreams you give me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant wake nor sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111124075465506597?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111124075465506597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111124075465506597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111124075465506597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111124075465506597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/thought.html' title='a thought'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111123785412342656</id><published>2005-03-19T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T05:10:54.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 March 2005</title><content type='html'>okay i guess everything is okay now... i donno.. maybe i did over react. i don usually apologise unless i know i've done wrong but why did i today.. was i stooping down.. maybe... but i guess sometimes to save something u gotta do something u don really wanna do for the sake of everyone yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do u prefer black/white or greyish" something liddat.. i thought my lit was good but i coudn really interpret that... wow and joshua did.. i wonder if she asked that for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;u say he hit the nail.. i'm still trying to figure out but i think i know wat it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeapzz, joyce ur blog is nice now, simple and nice..  robyn, thanks for the blog thing but u still gotta help me out in alot of stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;joyce wat did u jus do, why did u show me that..yeeeeee!!!!!!!!! man he really looks like somegirl la.. as joey would say "how ya doin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i guess this wraps up the day.. hope things stay normal.. no more complications please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111123785412342656?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111123785412342656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111123785412342656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111123785412342656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11487564/posts/default/111123785412342656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/2005/03/19-march-2005.html' title='19 March 2005'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708501168577863526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111121679960306411</id><published>2005-03-19T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:19:59.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th March 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was quite a bad day....so far at least. as i predicted we couldn face each other.. maybe its jus me but i think he completely ignored me today or something.. woke up late, rushed for co, sorry mum, spoilt ur sleep cos u had ta drop me to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as usual co was stupid, but i really hope i can stay in AC.. now that posting is tues... less time to enjoy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he says "tell me everything, cos i don wanna be kept in the dark, be honest so i know wat to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i say "ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i do that he says "i'm not interested in wat u do, next time dont tell me anything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean wat is he getting at..he's acting as though i'm wrong.. maybe i am but hey no one person i right is any situation.. when u wan something u come to me, yet when u wanna get pissed or vent out something u choose me.. enough ok enough i mean are u using me? i have a life too man give me a break... telling others that i talk alot of crap.. look at urself man.. i aint sayin anything to u but i hate backstabbers and the day i find out wat ur intentions r u better watch out... am i being used? or am i jus over reacting? i donno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i'd like to thank this special someone, she's always there when i need help, make me realise things and all.. thanks alot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope the week ahead is better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111121679960306411?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111121679960306411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11487564&amp;postID=111121679960306411' title='0 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up with some sleep and then whammm before u know it everything is flying at ur face.. 9 30 is a record.. felt lively..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i made the biggest blunder ever manz. sent the msg to the wrong person.. u don know how many ppl i could have dragged down.. ouch.. i'm glad its all okay now.. man i wld have gone all the way to bishan to settle this.. i'm really sorry robyn, and especially sorry to u shuhan, i've done it again.. sorry... thanks u guys for not blaming me.. i would have really cried like hell if i was the cause of something terrible here.. well, glad theres trust and faith and all.. but honestly i may have reacted the same way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so basically i'm still feelin quite weird now for how i'm gonna face them ever.. but u gotta do wat u gotta do.. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for being there joyce,ur always there, i really appreciate it.. robyn u too... for not killin me and sparin a thought for the millions and the millions of my female fans.. hehe.. oops.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls gossiping.. dangerous manz.. jealousy.. shant continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yea thanks robyn for helpin me out with the blog thingy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again sorry ppl... jus to let ya know i'll always be here for ya all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111112604494157594</id><published>2005-03-17T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:07:24.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th March 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was so wonderful.. ok till abt 9pm.. yea. suppose to have woken up at night but eyes opened at 7 30.. excitement? i guess so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ok so i watched 2 movies, hitch and robots.. shld have taken a notebook with me for hitch.. how useful.. will smith rocks... robots has a dumb storyline but who cares its still so funny.... went shopping for a while after that, cant believe i did that and i actually had fun.. i mean camon shoppin...... girl thing man.... had lotsa fun, gotta spend some one on one quality time with her and i hope she enjoyed too, though i could tell she was beginning to feel, i donno, better not say... haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had dinner with family after a long while.. swensons.. ahhhh imagine the giant earthquake, all by urself..... man oh man...... then came the msg.. began to feel worried.. began to feel weird abt wat i was doing.. whether i was hurting her or something.. but then came reassurance and everything went back to normal.. so i guess emotions are funny but in the end wat happens jus happens for the best, for a reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111112604494157594?l=abidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abidas.blogspot.com/feeds/111112604494157594/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11487564.post-111097930382501892</id><published>2005-03-16T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T05:21:43.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, March 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i jus created a blog.. how weird is that.. oh man wats happening.. too much influence.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok hi, i'm abhishek, in case u don know.. basically i'm a nice guy.. i mean i can be an idiot but yea i'm a nice guy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday, mid week mid hols, how fun goin for CO the whole day.. retarded like anything, playin the same thing for 9 hrs.. arghh i guess u gotta do wat u gotta do if u wanna stay in ACJC.. the best school.. hahazz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; girls, i know i'm so gd looking and u all want to go out with me, but sorry i already like this girl who probably doesn even lay her eyes on me.. well at least thats wat i think.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but gettin back to today, i heard there's gonna be auditions to get to AC if i appeal thru CO.. so dead.. anyway maybe 9 hrs of shenging got to my head and i really pissed my best fren off. i hope he's okay now.. sorry once again.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow can slack finally, hope she goes out wif me.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the time the world is changing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes sunshine sometimes rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever the time is now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;live to the fullest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for who knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there may be no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my thoughts.. trademark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11487564-111097930382501892?l=abidas.blogspot.com' 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